Oh, don't be so dramatic. We're nowhere near that yet. We're just rapidly spiraling toward it like a disoriented skydiver tangled in the lines of their reserve chute.
Don't forget that we are actually skydiving in tandem with someone who either doesn't believe in gravity, is trying to hit the ground on purpose, or both.
That person is actively stabbing at the harness with a rusty pair of shears while accusing you of sabotaging the jump. Sometimes they end up stabbing themselves, but usually they just end up stabbing you through the harness instead.