objet pet!t.

“tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

I dreamt again that I flew. It was the same dream as before. It involved the same effort of will, the same sense of special purpose. But this time there was a unique and elegant detail. I found, abandoned under a pile of flat stones in a shadowy glade, a sort of harness made from bands of cloth knotted together. It was dark red and very beautiful. I was fascinated by the intricacy of its design and after satisfying myself of its proper position, I quickly put it on. It was immediately clear to me that it was a sort of flying gear, for without even raising my arms or making any effort, I rose into the air and floated easily there.