I thought gravity and I were friends. I confess… the honeymoon is over. Don’t get me wrong, the attraction is still powerful and I am grateful the top slice of bread doesn’t float off my sandwich and drift away.
I think of gravity as a dominatrix who has forgotten the “safe word”. When I stumble I fall. Walking, sitting and snuggling with my pillow are different degrees of unpleasant. Gravity sucks.
Whales evolved from land dwelling ancestors. They gave full force gravity a shot and rejected it. A beached whale’s weight crushes it’s internal organs. I understand. My mattress is lot like a beach right down to the dog deposited sand… For me when it comes to gravity, less is more.
You have inescapably heard about American Exceptionalism. It is a lot like gravity. There is no escape. We DO have more bottomless pit road side attractions than the rest of the world combined. That is exceptional.
They tell me free fall is like being weightless. The problem is the hard landing… But if the pit is TRULY bottomless…
I think If I tether supplies and use a magic carpet as the illusion of a “floor” I could get a decent nights sleep.
Here is a gent who has done all the science for me. http://scienceblogs.com/startswithabang/2013/02/27/the-physics-of-a-bottomless-pit/