Watching them, I see all the verbs in my mind: they fling, abandon, careen, pop, and even twirl off the log. They parachute, trust-fall, tumble, and fly.
However you say it, it's so passionate how they fall.
I think that's how it's done with God. You pull in your claws, detach, and desperately splash down into the Living Water. You free-fall any which way you can. It doesn't matter how you reach the water, just that you do--and fast.