So all of the people my grandfather couldn't explain things to while he was alive were visited. And that sent me off. Perhaps, angels? The gift of flight? Perhaps it's just birds and we've manufactured it into this other thing. So maybe the next stage after walking on the earth is the gift of flight. Ah, it's all bullshit. But it's something to think about, isn't it? (Thanks to Avril, the source of the Crowe quote at Max Crowe - Press Conference 2000. Scroll to bottom)

Inspired by the quote:

When I die
My soul will perch on the windowsill
And then take
off,
Light as a bird’s feather,
Laughing and full of joy,
Through the
trees,
Above the houses,
Past the stars,
Wheeling and twirling
To
eternity.

Murph