The same gravity that compelled the rise and acquisition is thrown into reverse like some skillful skateboarder rolling up one side of his or her miraculous curve begs for a return and re-rise up the other side ... back and forth until gravity claims its due in the stillness of the middle, the bottom, the end.
I have eaten my fill. To eat more makes dwindling sense. I do sometimes wish things wouldn't dawdle so much. Obviously more gravity is required.