Conditional Reality

Molded by gravity and the curves of the earth, you would open your self to an onslaught of vertigo should you ever sprout wings. You wouldn’t know how to care for your feathers. Air traffic control is not in your nature. Looking up and down would be a matter of life or death. Your little brain, used to the pushing back of the planet, would know only how to spiral endlessly in the air. Where is the solid ground? Why does the wind insist on its own geography and how will you ever find your bearings in the invisible sea?

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