Fly. Fly. Ride. Ride. Up in the air. We all go to the sky.
Obviously this is hyperbole. A gross exaggeration of sorts. We can’t fly. We can’t go to the sky. Our feet are grounded. And always will be. We speak in metaphors and live by myth because it helps us unpack what we need to unpack. It’s less coping and more self-motivation. Hyperbolic inanity is what protects our lies and puffs up our ego. It’s a circle of protection for a world in need of love.
So on the wings of eagles we fly. On the wings of eagles we ride.
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