Soaring aloft over the heads of your two-dimensionalally confined
fellows on a bright winter morning with Earth's geography brilliantly
spread before you in glorious panorama affords an airman one of life's
most enrapturing feelings of exaltation. Expertly piloting a
masterpiece of engineering efficiency with alacritous authority among
invisible airspace boundaries in compliance with voluminous
regulations demands full mental concentration thus refreshingly
emancipating your thoughts from their mundane confinement. Donning
the cloak of intense responsibility to passengers and those earth
bound below, demanded by all who would take to the sky, necessarily
effects a change in demeanor as profound as any epiphany.
Singlehandedly vanquishing the cosmic laws of nature instills an
equanimity born of courage and skill few apprehend. Sojourning in the
third-dimention provides significance in its perfection of human
experience. But my laudatous extolment of the uplifting glorification
effected by the human experience of flight fails to convey the joyous
bliss that is aviation, similar to the difficulty in explaining hue to
the blind; flight must be experienced to be genuinely appreciated.


Yeah, but do you like it?

Jose
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