Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

Once you’ve thrown your pilot chute, you’re done. It’s out of your hands. From that moment on you just enjoy the view or panic. – Tim Rigby (BASE jumping)