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ayoubThe sensation of floating through the air on the last beat of a pair of wings...
It must be magical.
In our myths and fantasies we have creatures, gods, and angels who look like us, but have wings. We've even imagined beasts with wings that would carry us, built machines to help us fly, and buildings so tall that we can stand atop them and feel the clean air wrap around us.
Even in images of an afterlife, wings are prevalent. We see demons with wings, and winged souls sitting upon clouds, watching the earth below. We look for our own wings in our next stage of existence. We look to soar where our bodies can't go.
Had we not built these things, maybe the next step for our evolution would have been to grow wings, for flight, more than anything else, has been a dream of freedom for centuries. To travel through the air, and explore the world, on the last beat of our wings.
Fly.
It must be magical.
In our myths and fantasies we have creatures, gods, and angels who look like us, but have wings. We've even imagined beasts with wings that would carry us, built machines to help us fly, and buildings so tall that we can stand atop them and feel the clean air wrap around us.
Even in images of an afterlife, wings are prevalent. We see demons with wings, and winged souls sitting upon clouds, watching the earth below. We look for our own wings in our next stage of existence. We look to soar where our bodies can't go.
Had we not built these things, maybe the next step for our evolution would have been to grow wings, for flight, more than anything else, has been a dream of freedom for centuries. To travel through the air, and explore the world, on the last beat of our wings.
Fly.