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* To Fly *

    Sometimes I watch the birds as they fly and I feel incredibly envious. How
they can effortlessly manipulate the wind as they soar about riding on
cushions of air. To deny the force that binds us down here to the
delusionary sanctity of this earth.

    We can but only dream of what we can perceive with our own eyes. To
achieve the things we could never accomplish in this conscious world of harsh
restrictions.
    Then in our dreams we can indulge ourselves in the thrills and fantasies
and satisfy our insatiable lust for freedom.

    When I dream of flying I then no longer feel envious of the birds but
thereupon feel somewhat sorrowful for those unfortunate people that have
never experienced that moment of exhilaration and broken free from the chains
of this dimension and stepped into the realm of absolute autonomy.