| By day, or on a cloudless night, a pilot may drink the wine of the gods, but it has an earthly taste; he's a god of the earth, like one of the Grecian deities who lives on worldly mountains and descended for intercourse with men. But at night, over a stratus layer, all sense of the planet may disappear. You know that down below, beneath that heavenly blanket is the earth, factual and hard. But it's an intellectual knowledge; it's a knowledge tucked away in the mind; not a feeling that penetrates the body. And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space. - Charles A. Lindbergh, 'The Spirit of St. Louis.' |
| The most beautiful dream that has haunted the heart of man since Icarus is today reality. - Louis Bleriot |
| The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards and carry that which is heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods. More than any other thing that pertains to the body it partakes of the nature of the divine. Plato, 'Phaedrus.' |
| This is the place for anyone who loves the sky and is interested in magic. Being a witch is not a prerequisite but it is welcomed. Be sure to visit the Pagan Pilots group at either Yahoo or MSN, we need more members! Be sure to sign the guestbook! The guestbook is also the place to submit new jokes, stories, or spells to be included in the site. |
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| Within all of us is a varying amount of space lint and star dust, the residue from our creation. Most are too busy to notice it, and it is stronger in some than others. It is strongest in those of us who fly and is responsible for an unconscious, subtle desire to slip into some wings and try for the elusive boundaries of our origin. -K O Eckland, 'Footprints On Clouds.' |
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