The wind picked up, and the Eagle soared even higher above the tranquil landscape. He shot upward; racing towards the heavens; climbing; climbing still; with the wind rushing through his wings, he hurled himself away from the rest of the world.

Within seconds it was just him. No one else. He was alone.

Reaching the pinnacle of his climb, he leveled his flight and looked around.

Solitude. Beauty. Deserted. Power. Freedom. He could see the whole world from his vantage point, but its horrors did not affect him. Nothing but the wind and weather could touch him at such a great height. He needed no one but himself and the breeze on his wings.

Removing himself from that mean, cruel world below where the others always tried to bring him down, the world took on a new beauty. The animals were invisible even to the Eagle's eyes, and all that he could see were Nature's etchings into the land. And how beautiful it was! It was pure Nature, and it was there solely for his enjoyment and respect.

He circled ever so gracefully and slowly downward, in a deliberate pattern that Nature had bestowed upon him. He thought it was simply comfortable flight. His majestic flight awed the ants down below, but all he knew was his self-reliance and the beauty it presented to him. He never wanted it to end, because it made him feel important: he was the only living creature in this domain of Nature.

But the winds began to diminish. His flight slowly circled closer to the mountain tops. He began to notice sights of life.

Houses at first, and then people pacing predictably from place to place. His sights became tainted. He turned his golden head back to his mountain cliff. Life awaited him back in that direction. His flight had been a cohesive glue: it kept the pieces of Life together.

He had his responsibilities for his young, however, and he could not neglect those. However badly he wanted to sail away, sail far, far away, he had to remain behind to live Life.

He landed gracefully on his eyrie. His young were hungry, and so was he. Yet he did not forget the power he had had, and the beauties he had beheld. And while he ventured closer to the horrors for food, he thought longingly of the next time he would be king of the world.

(c) 1991 Me

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