We’ve all dreamt of flight. Man’s pedestrian and ambulant fate is to gaze upon the heavens, in awe, disbelief, and yearning, for an opportunity to be one with its zephyr skies. That divine and foreign experience of flight is one of man’s copious holy grails, as he walks downtrodden and exhausted upon the dirt of this earth. The burden of our planar banishment seems mundane and lackluster, in comparison to the expanse of aerial space above, and beyond us. There is something transcendent in flight, in how man, his weighted existence, can achieve the miracle of levitation with the expertly maneuvering of a multi-ton contraption. It seems unreal for him to fly, being a fragile bag of bones and flesh. And yet, he can, and does.
