The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
EPISODE EIGHT TWO: The Art And Science Of Flying
By the way, Happy Birthday, Dad!!!!!
What is your fantasy super power?
Is it invisibility? Is it super strength?
Mine is the power of flight. At least, up to a couple of years ago.
I dreamed of flying through the clouds and over cities where people would point and wave from far down below. I would land on the edge of a tall building and over look the shorter buildings and the moving cars below. Fear of falling would be completely gone from my mind. I could watch the sunset and feel the upper winds, that go over the tops of the tallest skyscrapers, in my hair. Then I could stand and dive into the nothingness toward the street below and then stop short of the pavement and look at the people with their mouths agape. Then straight up again into the sky above. Maybe I could go so fast I could break the sound barrier and cause a sonic boom in my wake.
Maybe I could fly from one side of the country to the other in no time. Maybe I could fly over the oceans to other countries and meet people and see what there is to see. I remember having a reoccurring dream of flying high over a very blue ocean and seeing a iceberg below me. I turn over on my back in flight and see stars above me through the dark blue of the atmosphere.
In those dreams, there was no fear at all.
Call it a child’s dream.
Some simple dreams have a way of becoming more detailed as we get older. And they become more complicated.
A while back I thought about my simple dream of flying and started to tear it apart. Even if I could fly on my own, what about the cold air high above? Would I freeze to death? With that, I thought about what I would wear. I’d have to wear clothes designed for extreme cold. Then I’d have to have oxygen tanks to breathe at such heights.
What about flying at high rates of speeds? Even if I was to fly low to the ground so I just skim the tops of trees or buildings, I’d still need to wear some sort of protective outfit so high speeds wouldn’t tear me apart (limbs ripping from my torso or pushing my eyeballs into my brain, etc.).
Would flying cause me to burn through calories? Sure, I could get skinny but would it burn more calories than ultra running or biking in the Tour de France? Would I have to eat all of the time just to keep calories in my body?
I know what you’re thinking. Flying is impossible for humans without having some sort of apparatus, whether it’s motor propelled or some sort of flying suit that is used for a long controlled fall, which really isn’t flying at all.
This is true. Of course it is. Maybe in a million years, humans will develop mutations that allow us to fly like birds or bats or even flying squirrels.
But for now, we have to be helped to break the bonds of the planet under our feet.
My point is as we get older and leave our childhood behind, our fantasies take on less childlike properties and they get strangled by more adult-like limitations.
We can’t just fly.
As we get older, we have more rules put on us. And by doing so, more rules are put on our dreams and fantasies. That child inside becomes less there and you hear from him/her less and less.
I think back on that scene in the Superman movie with Christopher Reeve when Superman takes Lois for a fly around and above New York…I mean Metropolis. Sorry, ‘supes fans.
Anyway, she was going to get a jacket and he said she would be alright. I mean, she was going to be out in the night air below, in, and above the clouds. Even if it’s Summer, when you are that high up, it’s cold. You know it, I know it, and Lois knew it, too.
Did Superman put out warmth around him that would keep her from getting cold, even if she was still exposed to the wind from their flight? Maybe he could will some sort of force field around, not just him but around her, too, that kept her safe from the cold, even allowing to feel the breeze fly through her hair, billow her clothes, and against her skin.
I mean, I get why she fell after their fingers lost contact. The mass of her body had caught up and finally matched the speed of his body but she should have fell at an arc and not just straight down if we are dealing with some sort of physics.
OK. I’m getting off base here. Why I bring that up is because my adult mind is trying to explain why Lois didn’t need a special suit to fly with Superman. The child mind would have just accepted that he took her for a flight and she would be warm, end of story. No explanation needed. No need to explain why she wasn’t cold, no need to explain why she fell straight down .
You see? As we get older, everything needs to be explained on how something could happen. It’s harder to believe in things on just faith. I’m not trying to bring God into this. This isn’t about God or religion but you can see how He and it could.
What I’m talking about is how simple things we once wanted to dream of has to be analyzed and put under a microscope.
We can’t just dream anymore. We can’t just think of things without explanation.
We tell our kids to get their head out of the clouds. Kids don’t dream like they use to. Maybe it’s too much TV or video games. Maybe it’s because we live in a world where dreaming doesn’t hold the power it once did.
I believe it’s the duty of parents to allow their child to dream. Let them fly without boundaries. If you don’t, you are denying them something that is important.
I said at the beginning that the superpower that I wanted use to be flight until a few years ago.
I think I’d rather have telekinesis. That way, not only could I lift myself up in the air and fly, I could make other things fly along with me. Or other people.
That way, if I took Lois up, she wouldn’t have fell.
But I would have let her get her jacket.
September 15th, 2017
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.