the parable of the sad window man begins with work

Man hurtles himself headfirst at his 15th-floor window, all the unwavering self-hate Man can muster.
Window doesn’t shatter, doesn’t shudder, doesn’t waver.
Window is no Hollywood pussy break-away glass window.
Man is no actor, is no stuntman.
Window leaves man un-lacerated, un-bloodied, un-suicided.
Window leaves man only bruised forehead, bruised ego.
A stunning existential headache as life lesson:
Sometimes a Sad Window can be more unwavering man than The Most Unwavering Sad Man.
Sometimes a Sad Window can be a Sad Unwavering God.
The parable of the Sad Window Man ends with Sad Unsuccessful Unwavering Suicide Note signed:
Yours to the end,
- Sad Window Man