“Sometimes I feel a strange exhilaration up here which seems to come from something beyond the mere stimulus of flying. It is a feeling of belonging to the sky, of owning and being owned — if only for a moment – by the air I breathe. It is akin to the well known claim of the swallow: each bird staking out his personal bug-strewn slice of heaven, his inviolate property of the blue.” — Guy Murchie, ‘Song of the Sky,’ 1954
The realization of oneness is an unforgettable sensation. It may come through an experience such as flight, through a quiet prayer, the birth of a child or a prolonged physical exertion, such as a long run. It always seemed strange to me that the realization of oneness was so elusive to so many, but I suppose the fact that it is makes it all the more important to cherish and appreciate those moments.
Man is continuous with the universe, but even this can be overlooked if all one’s time is spent tilting at windmills and wrestling with the tyranny of petty things.
*Photos taken by Gregg Hake with an Apple iPhone 3GS over northeast Georgia on a particularly beautiful evening