Here's another one.

Many years back there was a free climber...the best free climber, they said...who was climbing everything in sight...no ropes...no nuthin.

I told The Woman...there's a dead man climbing. If we keep up with his antics long enough we will hear him dead from gravity's revenge. Sure enough, a few years later there he was splattered on the surface from which he ascended.

So, here's another one...watch him long enough, if he continues the dumbass death wish, and we will hear of him succumbing to not being the perfect climber 100% of the time. One misplaced toe or pinky finger, one loose rock, one moment of fatigue and gravity will seek its relentless revenge.

As the saying goes...it aint the fall that kills you...it's the sudden stop at the end that kills you,