A while ago I watched a program on television: something about rogue black holes wandering and roaming through the universe, the consequences of a collision with earth. At first it would feel wonderful; our bodies would stretch and gravity wouldn't be bothersome, my feet wouldn't feel so heavy. But we would keep stretching, limbs pulling apart from other limbs. Eventually I would be separated from myself and my parts would scatter. I would become a million pieces, disintegrated, swallowed. I think about time falling in on itself and eating me whole.

http://www.thesuperjump.org/
I'm excited for this.
Michel Fournier, whose planned leap from 130,000 feet this year will shatter the world records for both free-fall and human balloon flights. It will dwarf the previous record set at the dawn of the space age by Joseph Kittinger. Kittinger floated up to 102,800 feet in a military-issued balloon, strapped a camera to his helmet, and dove off, arms splayed. He fell for 4 1/2 minutes at the speed of sound.
Based on the theory of General Relativity, Albert Einstein knew that a man hurtling through the emptiness of space wouldn't be able to detect whether or not he was falling; he called this "a happy idea.”