I Have Seen The Science I Worshiped,

Why Should Anyone Think A White Skin Superior In Evaluating The Qualities Of Human Life? I Did Not Really Admire A White Skin So Much Myself. Did I Not Prefer The Brown Skin That Came With Exposure To The Sun?

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission. It Roots In A Bare Wisdom That Exists In Senses More Than Mind, A Wisdom That, In Primitive Form, Evolved The Mind Which So Often Overlooks It.

Sometimes, Flying Feels Too Godlike To Be Attained By Man. Sometimes, The World From Above Seems Too Beautiful, Too Wonderful, Too Distant For Human Eyes To See .

I Have Seen The Science I Worshiped, And The Aircraft I Loved, Destroying The Civilization I Expected Them To Serve.

While My Hand Is On The Stick, My Feet On The Rudder, And My Eyes On The Compass, This Consciousness, Like A Winged Messenger, Goes Out To Visit The Waves Below, Testing The Warmth Of Water, The Speed Of Wind, The Thickness Of Intervening Clouds. It Goes North To The Glacial Coasts Of Greenland, Over The Horizon To The Edge Of Dawn, Ahead To Ireland, England, And The Continent Of Europe, Away Through Space To The Moon And Stars, Always Returning, Unwillingly, To The Mortal Duty Of Seeing That The Limbs And Muscles Have Attended Their Routine While It Was Gone.