"Her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction." Yet here we are, laughing in the face of fate, flaunting happiness, a middle finger to all we're supposed to know and be. Is this a reward? Or is it some cruel way of picking someone up just to kick their legs out from under them, adding humiliation to the hurt. Irrelevant. The twist is that in rising up, you gave the one thing you should have kept. Belief. Honest to goodness faith. And so now, you can do what you like, it doesn't matter.

It's impossible to kick the legs out from under somebody who is flying.