The Boy Who Wanted To Fly

I was fascinated as a child with the belief that human unaided flight should be possible just by willing it, and that to the degree that it was not, we were buying a bill of goods called reality. I asked myself why I wanted reality more than I wanted to fly. I doubted I wanted reality more than I wanted to fly. 

But the will to crazy, the will to do anything I wanted if I wanted badly enough was not there. So I continued to puzzle over my fixation with sanity and limitation, eventually coming to see limitations as what make me me, and not just cosmic noise. I wanted to be me (live in a universe I recognized) more than I wanted to fly.