To Really Fly

...my momma didn't raise me to do this. Oh my goodness, I'm ten thousand feet in the air! The thoughts whirled in my mind, as I got one foot out the door of the airplane. By the time we were all out of the airplane, my sense of absolute, complete changed to total jubilation within about three seconds of free fall. During the entire experience.didn't care whether my parachute opened, I was so happy, content, overjoyed with free fall. Oh, I haved slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings, said the poet, in the first line of the beautifully evocative "High Flight". Is the world nothing more than brain chemistry? What would it be like to feel that way all the time? might be too much to handle. It may be that our emotions are tempered for good reason. Its easier now to imagine what it might be like to be so terribly depressed that there is no way out except death. All Iknow is, I want to fly again, really fly.................. NOTE: the preceding paraphrased excerpt was taken from a radio commercial advertising a fundraising event for charity. The excert, the descrtpion of this incident, merits retelling.