People say you fall in love, but fall is such a sad word when you think about it. Falls are never good. You fall on the ground, you fall behind, you fall to your death. Whoever was the first person to say they fell in love must have already fallen out of it. Otherwise, they’d have called it something much better.
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.[Eins muß er wieder können: fallen, geduldig in der Schwere ruhn, der sich vermaß, den Vögeln allen im Fliegen es zuvorzutun…]
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.