Attempts to fly.
Like so many, I sometimes dream of being able to fly. High up. Now and back in the days, most of man's attempts to fly have consisted of more or less clumsy attempts to imitate the aerodynamic genius of birds. But the emissions caused by commercial aviation today are far from the natural movements of birds. Yet the desire to fly is strong. Perhaps it is about an inherited sadness about our earthly attachment, and the hopelessness of not possessing the ability. The human ability to think into situations we are not in, enables the idea of flying and what it would be like to have wings and move freely through the air. It is no coincidence that the beings we see as the most noble of all time are the winged human figures we call angels.
The thought of flying sometimes can be about escaping into the possibility to disappear, to avoid interacting and being judged, maybe also to sometimes avoid responsibility. But for me, most of all, the idea of being able to fly is about a kind of lightness and to be able to see everything from a different perspective. A willingness to put myself in a state where it might be possible to see how things are connected - how everything is one.
