Dreams I Might Have Had
Triumphant decent from on high (Landing)
I did not want to come down. The exotic blend of theology and geometry had enabled me to soar. My flight would have brought tears of joy to the eyes of Orville and Wilbur. Lindbergh would have ruffled the feathers of his wings in heaven. Guglielmo Marconi would have tapped his fingers to the bone on his morse key, as he blazed the news around the world.
Man with rowan tree wings flies in the face of accepted scientific theory. Great triumph for that killer combination of theology and geometry
Then far below me I saw an air traffic controller, a blue speck on a creaky old jetty, waving me to come down, and with all the dexterity of an angel dancing on the pin-point of a needle, I made a magnificent and delicate landing. It was so light I could have been dancing on egg shells, or walking on merangues without breaking them. If my landing had been a soufflé It would have won a prize for being a spiderweb of airyness.
Theology and geometry will take you there.
Man with rowan tree wings flies in the face of accepted scientific theory. Great triumph for that killer combination of theology and geometry
Then far below me I saw an air traffic controller, a blue speck on a creaky old jetty, waving me to come down, and with all the dexterity of an angel dancing on the pin-point of a needle, I made a magnificent and delicate landing. It was so light I could have been dancing on egg shells, or walking on merangues without breaking them. If my landing had been a soufflé It would have won a prize for being a spiderweb of airyness.
Theology and geometry will take you there.