God Made Life Simple. It Is Man

These Phantoms Speak With Human Voices — Friendly, Vapor- Like Shapes, Without Substance, Able To Vanish Or Appear At Will, To Pass In And Out Through The Walls Of The Fuselage As Though No Walls Were There. At Times, Voices Come Out Of The Air Itself, Clear Yet Far Away, Traveling Through Distances That Can't Be Measured By The Scale Of Human Miles; Familiar Voices, Conversing And Advising On My Flight, Discussing Problems Of My Navigation, Reassuring Me, Giving Me Messages Of Importance Unattainable In Ordinary Life.

It Is Always Easier To Deal In Truth And Honesty And Follow These To Their Legitimate Ends, Than It Is To Construct And Adjust A False Superstructure Upon A False Base.

The Readiness To Blame A Dead Pilot For An Accident Is Nauseating, But It Has Been The Tendency Ever Since I Can Remember. What Pilot Has Not Been In Positions Where He Was In Danger And Where Perfect Judgment Would Have Advised Against Going?

Wind, Weather, Power, Load - Gradually These Elements Stop Churning In My Mind. It's Less A Decision Of Logic Than A Feeling, The Kind Of Feeling That Comes When You Gauge The Distance To Be Jumped Between Two Stones Across A Brook. Something Within You Disengages Itself From Your Body And Travels Ahead With Your Vision To Make The Test. You Can Feel It Try The Jump As You Stand Looking. Then Uncertainty Gives Way To The Conviction That It Can Or Can't Be Done.

Why Does One Want To Walk Wings? Why Force One's Body From A Plane To Make A Parachute Jump? Why Should Man Want To Fly At All? People Often Ask These Questions. But What Civilization Was Not Founded On Adventure, And How Long Could One Exist Without It? Some Answer The Attainment Of Knowledge. Some Say Wealth, Or Power, Is Sufficient Cause. I Believe The Risks I Take Are Justified Y The Sheer Love Of The Life I Lead.