We Design Our Lives Through The Power

You'd Chosen To Be An Upright Biped On The Surface Of A Small Planet Of A Minor Sun On The Edge Of A Minor Galaxy Of One Of The Multiple Trillions Of Universes. That's Ok. It Doesn't Matter What Form You Take.

Overcome Space, And All We Have Left Is Here. Overcome Time, And All We Have Left Is Now.

He Moves Not Through Distance, But Through The Ranges Of Satisfaction That Come From Hauling Himself Up Into The Air With Complete And Utter Control; From Knowing Himself And Knowing His Airplane So Well That He Can Come Somewhere Close To Touching, In His Own Special And Solitary Way, That Thing That Is Called Perfection.

Get This In Mind Early: We Never Grow Up.

What The Caterpillar Calls The End Of The World The Master Calls A Butterfly.