The mind has an aspect that flies. It urges us toward the greatness we fear. It is the greatness we secretly possess or are secretly bereft of. Either way, we fear it. The aspect that flies does not. In fact, it knows that you must partake directly of this greatness, personally.

It doesn’t matter what’s inside you, actually. There isn’t anything there at all. The greatness is something you become. The flying part. Everyone has it. It urges you on. In whispers. In daydreams. In furtive moments of grace. From inside the fire of your spirit’s silent prayer. It’s a pressure you feel as part of your soul. The part that would marry you to the greatness you are, forever. The flying part.