So, you stumble. The next thing you know, you’re in mid-air, tumbling end over end. Apparently, you’ve gone over a cliff. What bum luck. But wait. You reach into your pocket and pull out your carved effigy of Obu Tanaka, protector of children, the insane, insane children, and cliff strollers. You gather your wits and summon the words to the incantation. “Mahominy frobish, spoorfit Tanaka.” And, wonder of wonders, you’re falling no more. Because you’ve hit bottom.