Nympholepsy 

...sometimes it sounds like you're a flat piece of skinny shale dreamily skipping over a calm gleaming mountain lake...touch...touch...touch... Don't stop until you get to the other side! 

And look at it this way, even if you *flop*plunk in the middle of your hops ...imagine it's just this tranquil clear water high in the Rockies, and the water is not deep at all, and you can just get up and wade through it while breathing in the mountain air and dreaming upon the clouds passing overhead.

At such moments, you imagine yourself a mountain lake nymph arising from a cleansing dip. And the rippling water about you conveys an energetic message of your grace, and the boulders on the mountains around you vibrate deeply with harmonic welcomes for your presence, and the slight but warm wisp of a breeze that begins to swirl around you imagines itself dancing with your splendor. Serenity rules and you are its goddess. Need is no where, as all is fullness. And, as you ponder with ecstasy the wondrous timelessness of it all, you wish (I wish) you had a satellilte/internet-enabled pda to share the moment with your nympholeptic friend notforprophet....