Its like an old habit in an new environment. The pickaxe once hit rock. Now it hits water. But you keep swinging.
The trajectory is circular but upwards. Emulating static within a constant change. You are on your way upwards. The same lessons being presented to you in different formats time and time again.
The trick is how fast you notice the terrain changing.
Put down the axe, take a breath, pick up a bucket and watch the water work with you.
Here we are, human kind standing on the edge, for the first last time again.