Oh wow. I found this through a weekly newsletter. Love it. I read it as being about just one man to begin with, and then I wondered if it’s sort of about all of us.
This is one of those moments where a new voice steps out of the trees, and I can feel they felt something real in the work. You said you first read it as being about one man… and then wondered if it might be about all of us.
That’s the exact pressure point of The Flying Fool: one man’s sky‑hunger, but also the universal ache of anyone who ever tried to rise above the weight of being human.
The gasoline-as-faith... Pouring courage into a tank and hoping morning finds you is such a reckless little prayer, like... Sir, that is not a flight plan, that is a dare with wings.
Your comments always remind me of the way a firefly meets dusk… tiny spark, big glow, never trying too hard, just lighting the air around my words. You answer with that bright, mischievous spark only you have ... pure gold, a little electric, playful and sharp.
Two writers tossing a spark back and forth without burning the page. Thank you for that. Thank you for your light.
Oh wow. I found this through a weekly newsletter. Love it. I read it as being about just one man to begin with, and then I wondered if it’s sort of about all of us.
Dear Ms. Cemaren,
This is one of those moments where a new voice steps out of the trees, and I can feel they felt something real in the work. You said you first read it as being about one man… and then wondered if it might be about all of us.
That’s the exact pressure point of The Flying Fool: one man’s sky‑hunger, but also the universal ache of anyone who ever tried to rise above the weight of being human.
Thank you,
Steve
if gravity were only a rumor told by people who never left the ground
all the great people were once called fools before they broke the boundaries.
This is so well written!!
Thank you, Nunam.
I think you’re right … every great leap begins with someone refusing to believe gravity has the final word.
I am Honored this spoke to you.
Steve
That was fantastic. A great read.
The gasoline-as-faith... Pouring courage into a tank and hoping morning finds you is such a reckless little prayer, like... Sir, that is not a flight plan, that is a dare with wings.
Dear Fragrance of Tomorrow, Firefly,
Your comments always remind me of the way a firefly meets dusk… tiny spark, big glow, never trying too hard, just lighting the air around my words. You answer with that bright, mischievous spark only you have ... pure gold, a little electric, playful and sharp.
Two writers tossing a spark back and forth without burning the page. Thank you for that. Thank you for your light.
Steve