Why we fly? Maybe because once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. These words come from our past. Centuries ago, the great Leonardo Da Vinci already knew what we all know today: being among the clouds and hovering in space is something which defines us.
We fly for different reasons. We might fly because it releases our mind from the tyranny of petty things, like Antoine De Saint-Exupéry once wrote. Or even better, our desire to fly might be an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air. That was Wilbur Wright.
It could be many reasons. In John Glen‘s opinion, the vibrant doers of the world, are almost always those who are using, who are putting into play, calling upon, depending upon-the greatest number of their God-given talents and capabilities. It could be anything. Or everything.
Still, we fly. And enjoy the ride. Day by day. Perhaps, at the end, the true answer lies in Shakespeare’s venerable words: after all, our souls are in the sky.