The feeling you get when you enter the unknown. The feeling that sinks in when you realize you don't know what the unknown is. The "feeling afraid", the "feeling anxious", the "feeling shaky", the pins and the needles. The "you're not gonna see me inside any of these" usual line that your mouth pulls out of the pit of phobias that resides inside your blind mind, your blind senses, your blind everything. The "oh, fuck it, I'm gonna do this" line you spit out when you stop staring at the pit for a moment. The shouting, the cursing, the anxiety again, the high speed, the rising G force, the up and down, the constant spinning of the machine, the constant spinning of your head, the moment you freeze in horror, the moment you ask yourself how in the fuck are you doing this. The moment you realize you're doing it. The moment you realize you are living that moment and nothing's gonna happen to you. The moment your friend asks you if you are still afraid, if you're still thinking the security of the machine is not enough, if you're still hating to be inside there. The moment you get out of the machine, appalled, shaking like hell, petrified, as paranoid as you thought you wouldn't get. The moment you realize you have done it. The moment you realize you are not going to meet David Bowie in heaven. The moment you realize you made it out. The moment you realize you are safe inside the machine, the moment you realize you are safe with the people who came with you, the moment you realize there is no shit to be afraid of and that you made it all up. The moment you ask yourself when will you do this again. The moment you wish it is as soon as soon can get.