Flight.
The origins of flight are both magical and shrouded in mystery. Some say the great wizard Merlin invented flight so that he could munch on the ultimate avian sashimi.
Some say flight was invented by John Hagglebottom, also coincidentally the inventor of broomsticks and wings.
Birds used to just veloceraptors and tyrannasauri. However, there is one thing about flight that is undeniably true: It gives you perspective. I love flying because it gives me a second to breath (or not if you hit some turbulence and then an ocean). It gives me perspective as the wings flex upwards and lift me away from the confines of gravity. Flight makes things smaller and more ant-like. In doing so, flight makes the world a smaller place and people less important: Dick Cheney becomes far less menacing to look at from 10,000ft ASL. Your fancy new SUV, your house, the front lawn, the weird landscaping you’ve done, your giant ass cock-shaped pool, are all made trivial as they diminish in size and then into oblivion as I cut above the cotton-candy clouds. Then there is peace. Quiet humming and just white noise. I bet Icarus wishes he had gotten it right.
