Here enclosed is a man. Refusing to jump outwardly and inwardly. He does not say why. He doesn't ask for help or guidance. Some say he has all the answers he was looking for- delivered like a bullet to his soul, so fast his momentum carried him here. His body has lost its purpose while his mind produces echoless thoughts. People brought him food and left him their love. They spoke to him, read to him, and built him shelter. They granted him privacy; shielding him from their temptations and the questions he could not answer. Why are you still here? What is the purpose of this? If not for you, is this for us? Why should we feel a need to understand why you’re living on the ledge?