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| Flying so High[1999-01-23]Whoooaaa! She was flying really high today. And what splendid weather for a flight it was. The sun shone like one of those oranges in the TV-commercials they broadcasted once in a while, and the only clouds that could be seen on the skies were thin like cotton candy. But suddenly, something disturbed the calm. The sun became more and more intense, turning into an intense spotlight. The clouds began transforming; first into rain-clouds, and then into dark-gray clouds forboding a storm. Then the lightning struck. And the storm raged with fury. After that, everything faded into black, and she fell into it, helpless like a leaf in a river. Darkness became intense light again. Intense white light intermixed with green shadows. She could feel a strange, but familiar, sensation in her right arm. As if a surge of energy flowed through her body. She tried to get up, but noticed that she couldn't exercise enough strength to do so. She gave up the try and sank back into dizziness. Emptiness. Loneliness. The story of her life before she learned how to fly. And now she had crashed, it was only her mind that could not accept the fact. Dreams were far more pleasant. And flying was her life. It was taxing, indeed, and sometimes she had to abstain from other things in life, to afford flying, but that was a small price for something as wonderful as the freedom of mind. Or was it really freedom of the mind? Wasn't her mind trapped? Could she quit if she wanted to? She wasn't quite sure. This crash had been a little too much for her. Maybe she should quit after all. Slowly she began to realise that her way of flying was really just like throwing yourself out from an air-plane at random height, hoping too survive without a parachute. So far, she had miraculously survived, but the height had gradually increased lately. And she'd felt more sore after every flight. Only that she hadn't quite grasped the reason until now. It was time to stay on the ground and take one step at the time instead of flying through life and through existance. Maybe she would not enjoy it at first, but she probably wouldn't enjoy being a wet spot on some square of asphalt either. Still, she felt uneasy. Now, if only she could take off instead... |
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