The Haitians live with the daily risk of not having enough to eat. Their risk is forced upon them, but with the same result - an added dimension that prods them to seek life instead of living purgatory. Out of risk comes a greater resource of experiences than a life of security can ever offer. For these people, life flows through the risk of throwing themselves down a snow-covered hill on two small pieces of wood and plastic. Life from through the risk of hanging on a half-inch thick piece of rope on the edge of a rock outcropping.
Life flows through the risk of hanging from the sky by wings, hot air, or a canopy of fabric.
Life flows through the risk of being propelled down a narrow path of pavement by internal combustion engines matching the power of hundreds of horses. Life flows through the risk of performing with all your energy in front of an audience that may or may not respond, through letting your creative energies flow - even at the risk of being rejected. Unlike the salmon in the whirlpool, I need to risk leaving unending activities that only lead to a false sense of personal security and actively choose to swim the rapids. Only then will I reproduce life. Unlike the whale on the beach, I need to risk facing whatever dangers have scared me out of the water.