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:
My soul will perch on the windowsill
And then take
Light as a bird’s feather,
Laughing and full of joy,
Above the houses,
Past the stars,
Wheeling and twirling