Everytime somebody asks me why I skydive, I am completely at a loss for words. I can never think of the profound phrases that we all use when we're talking to each other. AND, when asked a technical question about jumping (ie-"What happens if it doesn't open?")at work, I play stupid. I just know I'll have to start at the beginning, explain every piece of gear, and by that time, I'll be all fired up, standing on my desk, wailing about zen, or adrenaline; or I'll have five co-workers with their hands in the air yelling:"ARCH thousand, Two thousand......." In short, NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND US. And that's OK with me. Mike Hey, I'm not packed, what's in that one? Never mind, I'll jump it!