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many dream about flying and the supposed liberation that comes with it, being unrestrained from the 2d etch-a-sketch surface of the earth. although it is convenient, and i was tempted, to dismiss the idea as a particularly feminine fantasy - soaring, tumbling, free-wheelin' on a magic carpet ride - it's plain to see that big strong men are not any less susceptible to that powerful promise that grips the mind and refuses to let go. who invented the plane to begin with? the anticipated exhilaration of freedom does not discriminate against male or female, young or old, and seduces everyone equally.
but i take a more skeptical approach to the age-old dream - i have my doubts about the wonders of flying. when yu're down yu have at least some semblance of a choice: yu can choose between the option of remaining on the ground and the promise of flying. but when yu're up there it's just a matter of when yu're coming down. being on the ground means yu have the solid earth to back yu up against the forces of gravity - the moment it is no longer present everything works to drag yu down. flying will always be a fight, in our atmosphere at least, one that requires a constant expenditure of energy. and everybody already knows the winner, they just watch on to see how long yu can hold out.