The slant tilted. My shoe slipped on the low friction. My foot flew high in the air, high over my head, high over the slant, I kept rising, above the greater slant, higher, higher, my kinetic energy was steadily increasing as I soared away from gravity, in the vacuum I nonetheless drew closer to a bursting orb, the source of immense light and heat and energy, it felt warmer, warmer, too warm? No, not anymore, a bit of pain perhaps but now everything was much better, the way things always were before the brief side trip into a self-neutering experiment, successful, yes, yet glad to be done. Eventually I become disinterested in anything, boredom is unavoidable but endlessly disagreeable. The next set of rules will be better, more engaging, the next set, the next set, the next set...