To the wingless everything that flies is a wonder. The birds, butterflies, moths, every winged creature inspires our imagination with the dream of flight. At this point in history most people have experienced flying in an airplane, especially thrilling the first time. However, I'm speaking of the sensation of personal flight, no tube between you and the sky; lifting off with a thought. I think this desire upwells from a deep inner knowing. Possibly the part of us that feels on some level that we can fly, but only on the wings of expansive consciousness in this world and the ascent to the next.