Sitting on the head of the carved figure wasn't particularly uncomfortable, other than being wet.
While I could climb out, there wasn't much need for it. The water was drawing down slowly and the sky was clearing. Still some hours of daylight left, probably enough to get back to my jeep. I was going to have to get to the top of the canyon walls, but there were easier ways than hand-over-hand vine climbing.
I'd perched mostly on the white side, but a little on the black, moving occasionally when that piece got too numb. Too much white space seemed to rob me of any reason to do anything, the bliss was so intense. So I balanced it with some of the dark, nihilistic side to keep focused on what was going on. Not completely comfortable, but it kept me awake.
Because I just had a lot of waiting to do at this point...