Zero sympathy or empathy for adrenalin junkies. This was not solo— it involved a climbing partner who is lucky (he sure knows it) to be alive, thanks to a bush breaking his fall.
Solo? Ok, you lose a grip, you fall and probably die your choice. But “rapped” to another? The math of gravity is absolute, and inexorable, and all the worse that this is done for a “self” and not “for” anyone else, except probably gear sponsorships. Gravity is a non-variable, and non-controllable, by the limits of human personal strength and perception.
Someone climbs higher than 30 feet above the ground without a rope and gear- they’re in the death zone and a fall means death.
Yeah, it’s really too bad that some people have to do stuff like this just to feel something.