After My Death, The Molecules Of My

It May Be Interesting To Note How Many Statesmen There Are Who Believe That The Cost Of Living Can Be Reduced By Making The People Of Other Countries Help To Feed And Clothe Us.

Pilots Are Drawn To Flying Because It's A Perfect Combination Of Science, Romance And Adventure.

We Are In The Grip Of A Scientific Materialism, Caught In A Vicious Cycle Where Our Security Today Seems To Depend On Regimentation And Weapons Which Will Ruin Us Tomorrow.

Alone? Is He Alone At Whose Right Side Rides Courage, With Skill Within The Cockpit And Faith Upon The Left? Does Solitude Surround The Brave When Adventure Leads The Way And Ambition Reads The Dials? Is There No Company With Him, For Whom The Air Is Cleft By Daring And The Darkness Made Light By Emprise?

I May Be Flying A Complicated Airplane, Rushing Through Space, But In This Cabin I'm Surrounded By Simplicity And Thoughts Set Free Of Time. How Detached The Intimate Things Around Me Seem From The Great World Down Below. How Strange Is This Combination Of Proximity And Separation. That Ground - Seconds Away - Thousands Of Miles Away. This Air, Stirring Mildly Around Me. That Air, Rushing By With The Speed Of A Tornado, An Inch Beyond. These Minute Details In My Cockpit. The Grandeur Of The World Outside. The Nearness Of Death. The Longness Of Life.