A Fitness Dip

I'm so much closer to real fitness when I leap up to a bar and hang, a felt grip and the world turning before me, thoughts ablaze as they quietly give way to the tune of birds and rustling leaves. This is so different than listening to a jackass with a whistle or chart, inside a box, where someone orders and someone obeys being much nearer the death of every brain cell involved than fitness. So I choose the dip into a pool of nature, and the "programming" of experimentation, wonder, and sensation.