Why do all dreamers share visions of Flight?
Is it the longing of the spirit to be free of the meat and bone and dirt of mortal life?
Do we tap a shared memory of some long lost history, where we could soar at will?
Or is it simply base jealousy that propels minds into the clouds?
For how can anything that flies be burdened by sorrow or want?How could anything that dances with the wind stay still long enough to hurt?
What would one give to find out?
What would one give to fly?