Ghecko's-eye-view. Those rivets are very effective speed-bumps on the wrinkled highway of life that you must travel over on the fantastical journey of existence to get to that pot of gleeming (or is it... could it be.... tarnished?) gold at the end of the rainbow of eleventeen colours and special sub-harmonic sweet tunes....

Move towards the Light, Jefrey, move towards the Light,
When you get to the edge, you must jump with all your might,
And when you feel the resistance, you must not fight,
Just adjust your direction to reach the new height.

Am I feeling a little crazy, I think you may be thinking (how dare I suggest such a thought)? Sheesh, I wish, actually, I really do do do do dee dee dee dee diddy dum.

No. No, no no no no, never. I am the sanest person you know, you know? You didn't know? Well now you do.

.... or do you really? For how would you be sure that you REALLY know? How could you possibly? A possible way would be to jump like Jefrey with a just adjustment, I suppose. Yes, that may just work, assuming the Light was expecting you and you didn't just pitch up at it's fabled doorstep unannounced (for that might cause a power spike and then everything would turn to darkness).
Then you would find out for sure that I am pure, and this you would know,
so go Ghecko, go!

Cheers, H.