Mercury.

According to general rules of physics, we don't have a choice in where we are headed. Gravity manipulates everyone and everything into heading towards it - but what happens when we get there? We stop. What is the point of gravity's selfish ambition other than to keep piling all of us, one on top of the other, just so we can sit there like a landfill? Like the tower of Babel without a purpose. At least the Babylonians had a goal. Some of us are driven by rebellion. Imagine a situation in which a car drives off of a cliff. While in a free fall, gravity begins to taste defeat. At the point of impact, the Cinderella we named Inertia clashes against it's older step-sister like Mario vs. Bowser. But in an instant, the vehicle comes to a complete standstill and all is at rest. For only a few moments, the contents of the vehicle stayed in motion, and deprived gravity of a flawless victory; it still wins, but it wasn't an easy one. Game Over. Continue?

Thats the beauty of it, it's beautiful - we reckon with the force. At any given point, hundreds of times a day, we see the ruler has overstepped her bounds and say, "Enough is enough." I don't really know where I'm going with this, it's just something that occupied my mind while ingesting two cups of coffee and a slice of quiche. I don't know, maybe it's nice to know that there are battles we'll never win, but we'll never stop fighting because, well, what else is there to do?