What stops us from flying?
What stops us from growing wings?
Why must a man look ludicrous, arms flapping by his sides, if he should ever desire to fly? Why indeed, when man can now fly faster, higher and further than anything that was Created explicitly with the purpose to do so?
Is it that in our longing to fly, we have out done the Creator himself?
Is it possible?
What would that imply?
Unlike Icarus, we do not fall to the ground with the wax melting of our wings - a mess of wax and bones, of flesh and feathers ... and blood ... mixed with the sand and gravel...
So is it the desire to fly ... is this what makes us better at flying then those that are naturally endowed with the capability?
If this is true of flying, should it not also hold true for all else?
That success is not determined so much by the talents that we naturally possess, as it is by the desire to succeed in a particular endeavor!
It may take more than one life time though ...
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