Gravity obeys. If it didn’t, a dangerous, wonderous swirl would ensue the moment its essential duty was neglected.

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We rely on its consistency. We trust that the ball we release from our hands will fall, without incident and error, in the direction of the center of the earth. Gravity is the fundamental force of attraction that all objects with mass have toward each other. Think: plunge. Think: sinking. It has infinite potential, a range that dominates every person and thing. Yet it is not without contradiction. Gravity has the capacity to hold together galaxies and at the same time can be conquered by a toddler lifting a toy off the ground. Would that we all paired so elegantly strength and weakness.

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Let’s linger here at the threshold of this capability. Here you will find stories that evoke seamless movement, poems that reveal tendency, images that capture acceleration. There is a lowness here that aches. There is also dignity, a solemnity that raises the tip of your chin.

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Go ahead, sink. Trust the bottom will catch you. Allow heaviness to settle into your bones. Stay here with us for a moment at the very brink of gravity.