There was this one time I was in a forest in Korea when I heard a snap in a tree above. I looked up into that tree and beheld a bird on a branch which cracked right off and arced down with him captured on it — the frozen second as he began his backwards dive — his fall as wings pieced together a catching air and then full flaps into ascent and away. It was stunning. It was magic.

Here is trust: the bird had had trust that the branch would hold, but it did not — with the skill of his wings, he needed instead to fly — new trust then fired that he would not fall, for he did not fall. That is the greater trust.