Posted on: 16 Sep 2011
A bird that has only ever felt its feet on land may look at another two-legged creature and think itself the same. It would copy the way the other lived, it would build it nests on the ground, it would fight predators, think it futile, and give up. If only it spread it wings a little, if only it let them flutter. If only it let itself feel the wind through its feathers, and it let itself take off. A jump, a start, faltering once, twice, and then off it flies. Only then the bird would know: life on earth was hard except for the provision it gave, and fighting predators all the time was impossible, because it was never intended for the earth, but for the skies.