Learning to fly
<p><em>I walked. People walked. The world stood. I looked at the horizon and saw a glow. It seemed warm. I wanted that warmth inside me. So I ran. Now people ran too. Everything ran: the buildings around me, the cars, the buses, the animals. I loved the run, but I loved the horizon more. So I ran harder. And everything ran harder. But although the run was fun, I knew I wouldn’t reach the horizon by running. Or walking. That’s when I flew.</em></p>
<p>This is an exaggeration of my imagination when I woke up from my sleep but half-dreamt and tried to sleep again thinking of the function and importance of literature and art in my life.</p>
<p>I relate walking to normal communication and conversations. They let us get essentials like food, drink and shelter in the world. It’s when we desire beyond food, drink and shelter that we have to run.</p>
<p>I relate running to the practice of learning and teaching. Science and philosophy. This lets us understand the world and share our knowledge of it. This lets us change ourselves and the world.</p>
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