Real Freedom Lies In Wildness, Not In

On A Long Flight, After Periods Of Crisis And Many Hours Of Fatigue, Mind And Body May Become Disunited Until At Times They Seem Completely Different Elements, As Though The Body Were Only A Home With Which The Mind Has Been Associated But By No Means Bound. Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses. You See Without Assistance From The Eyes, Over Distances Beyond The Visual Horizon. There Are Moments When Existence Appears Independent Even Of The Mind. The Importance Of Physical Desire And Immediate Surroundings Is Submerged In The Apprehension Of Universal Values.

Living In Dreams Of Yesterday, We Find Ourselves Still Dreaming Of Impossible Future Conquests.

By Day, Or On A Cloudless Night, A Pilot May Drink The Wine Of The Gods, But It Has An Earthly Taste; He's A God Of The Earth, Like One Of The Grecian Deities Who Lives On Worldly Mountains And Descended For Intercourse With Men. But At Night, Over A Stratus Layer, All Sense Of The Planet May Disappear. You Know That Down Below, Beneath That Heavenly Blanket Is The Earth, Factual And Hard. But It's An Intellectual Knowledge; It's A Knowledge Tucked Away In The Mind; Not A Feeling That Penetrates The Body.

To Be A True Progressive It Is Not Sufficient To Stand Up And Say That One Belives In What Has Been Promulgated As Progressive Principles. One Must Be Progressive In Heart And Active In Promoting The Progressive Principles Of Today, Tomorrow And Always. There Is No Resting Point, For Humanity Is Ever Ascending To A Higher And Better Goal.

My Father Had Been Opposed To My Flying From The First And Had Never Flown Himself. However, He Had Agreed To Go Up With Me At The First Opportunity, And One Afternoon He Climbed Into The Cockpit And We Flew Over The Redwood Falls Together. From That Day On I Never Heard A Word Against My Flying And He Never Missed A Chance To Ride In The Plane.