Part 19 (1/2)

When I became older, it became even more true.

So deep a dream, so great a pa.s.sion, could not be denied.

Finally I did fly.

”Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, when the evil days drew not nigh....” Part of the same old story.

I remembered the dream of the days of the youth of my flying, that burst of glory, and how the world and my s.h.i.+ning youth itself shone with the radiance of it.

It was my creator. It created life for me, for man shall not live by bread alone. Man cannot. Only his dreams and his vision sustain him.

But the evil days drew nigh. The glow died down, and the colors of the earth showed up. Ambition, money. Love and cares and worry. Curious how strong the strength of weakness is, in women and their children, when you can see your own deep dreams, unworded, s.h.i.+ning in their eyes. I grew older too, and troublous times beset the world.

Finally there came a time when I would rather eat than fly, and money was a precious thing.

Yes, money was a precious thing, and they offered me money, and there was still a small glow of the deep, strong dream.

The s.h.i.+p was beautiful. Its silver wings glistened in the sun. Its motor was a strong song that lifted it to high heights.

And then...