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The Life Of An Aviator Seemed To Me Ideal. It Involved Skill. It Brought Adventure. It Made Use Of The Latest Developments Of Science. Mechanical Engineers Were Fettered To Factories And Drafting Boards While Pilots Have The Freedom Of Wind With The Expanse Of Sky. There Were Times In An Aeroplane When It Seemed I Had Escaped Mortality To Look Down On Earth Like A God.

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.

I Know Myself As Mortal, But This Raises The Question: "what Is I?" Am I An Individual, Or Am I An Evolving Life Stream Composed Of Countless Selves?

I Don't Believe In Taking Unnecessary Risks, But A Life Without Risk Isn't Worth Living.