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In Wilderness I Sense The Miracle Of Life.

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?

It Was That Quality That Led Me Into Aviation In The First Place — It Was A Love Of The Air And Sky And Flying, The Lure Of Adventure, The Appreciation Of Beauty. It Lay Beyond The Descriptive Words Of Man — Where Immortality Is Touched Through Danger, Where Life Meets Death On Equal Plane; Where Man Is More Than Man, And Existence Both Supreme And Valueless At The Same Instant.

It Is About A Period In Aviation Which Is Now Gone, But Which Was Probably More Interesting Than Any The Future Will Bring. As Time Passes, The Perfection Of Machinery Tends To Insulate Man From Contact With The Elements In Which He Lives. The 'stratosphere' Planes Of The Future Will Cross The Ocean Without Any Sense Of The Water Below. Like A Train Tunneling Through A Mountain, They Will Be Aloof From Both The Problems And The Beauty Of The Earth's Surface.

A Certain Amount Of Danger Is Essential To The Quality Of Life.