Airplanes are our baby-steps

 

The playground for birds is just above the treetops.  There isn’t any sand or monkey bars, but you can see them up there making large circles, doing loops and dives, racing to imaginary finish lines.

The bullies of the playground are the hawks, with their amazing vision and ability to soar high beyond the schoolyard.

Man has challenged gravity with airplanes but will never know or understand the true freedom of flight, just as the speed of light shall remain a mystery.

That will forever be far above our treetops, with a finish line that cannot be reached.

 Not yet, anyway.