A Note of the Dying Man

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward.

For there you have been and there you will always long to return.

- Leonardo da Vinci

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Until now, never have I been up there. However there's always this feeling, hinting that I long to that greatly open space. It's bright, calm, and steady. Sky is peace. Who would miss any chance to melt with the sky?

But day is frequent gloomy grey. When the sky brings you her rain and lightning, the human plans below would be intervened... or devastated. Yet amidst the roaring thunderclaps and harshly falling water, one can still make peace.

Close your eyes, focus on the sound... - not the noise.

Open your eyes, find the pattern - not the chaos...

Sky is peace... sky is peace.

Perhaps, there is reason for a name and imagery. For legend, religion, belief, and fiction agree that the equivalent of sky is heaven. A place beyond humanity, the home for the Divinity, the end of suffering. Maybe sky is where we'll be, when the flesh is left. Maybe sky is heaven.

I want to be there.

Sky is peace.

That's all.