I’ve been trying to write tonight. Had an idea for a rather strange short story – the opening, anyway. Also, I’ve been photoshopping old family photos — my time machine. So in my absence, here’s something to ponder:

The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards and carry that which is heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods. More than any other thing that pertains to the body it partakes of the nature of the divine.

— Plato, ‘Phaedrus.’