We all know of the well’s existence

For some, it is an old structure
A trivial relic

For others, it is a hazard
A place where people disappear

To look down into its depths is terrifying, dizzying
It is vast, dark, empty, silent

Yet time and again it calls to us
With faint whispers

The scientists devise clever experiments
Dropping objects
Then observing, calculating

The philosophers bring their rope
Carefully descending
Always looking up to the light

But none are more daring than the mystics
They go unhindered, unprotected, untethered
They fall
With reckless abandon
And a knowing smile