“Fly high and see as the eagle.
That which crawls on the surface of time
Holds only an aura of passing,
As the thoughts, the sheep of mind.
What purpose have the passing laggards?
No purpose unless they succumb
To the wonder of flying heights of freedom.
Let those who walk
Stumble, fumble, and die.
Fly as the eagle.
What have sheep to do with flight?!”
– Kenneth G. Mills