It’s one of those mornings; them mornings when you wake up and want to jump up and down because just maybe you’ll fly.
Last night I had a dream within a dream that I was tumbling through the sky with an umbrella. Then I awoke into another dream, in which I was flying through sheer will, and trying to convince people that it’s possible. “Guys, seriously, we can fly”. “She’s just doing it for attention”, was the response I got when I jumped off the back of a streeboat and floated alongside the telephone wires and higher. I did convince one fat older professor to join me. He morphed into a pair of jean-clad legs with no upper body before taking to the skies with me. The thing about these dreams is that they feel so real that upon waking, I entertain the slight chance that maybe, just maybe flying is possible. But one little half leap onto my bedroom floor this morning told me different.
In my previous post, I mentioned posts about sleeping, or 1960’s table etiquette, but this is might be more interesting. Flying. Though I did go through a fair amount of belief that it’s actually possible to defy gravity in *this* reality, and fly, I have dosed up on some healthy skepticism. Thankfully, my brother was kind enough to cancel the 10K bet we had going on around 5 years ago that was basically, ‘within ten years, Erica will be able to fly, or at least float’. I was sure I could make it happen. Then, I got realistic. Because it’s going to take at least 30 years.
The truth is, humans can already fly. We’ve got paragliding. We’ve got airplanes. Hell, we’ve got spaceships. By understanding the way that the physical universe operates, we’ve managed to work harmoniously with the laws we perceive, can do some pretty neat stuff. I recently saw a video of a man who gave himself wings (not real wings… though that may have been done too), and meticulously planned out the fall he would experience when leaping off a cliff. Back and forth he shot through the sky, as onlookers onlooked (perhaps even suspiciously), until he finally landed in the water. It was beautiful, but it’s not the kind of flight I have in mind when I think of flying. When I think fly, I am not thinking, wings. I am thinking, fuck gravity. How real is it really? I know, you’re now looking at me like I am the wooiest woo on woostreet. And maybe I am. However, you’ve got to wonder, that maybe, just because something has happened over and over and over, seemingly forever, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to happen again tommorow. Or maybe it will, it probably will, but the thing is, we don’t know.
Now, I am becoming a lot more skeptical than I was for the past 6 years or so, but I will present to you my ill-concieved, idealistic and preposterous “theory”that was born about last year, when I was less skeptical and more prone to believing in many magical ideas without restraint (lesson: use your intuition in balance with reason). The “theory”, which when the more I think about it, is not a theory whatsoever, is also… making me cringe, a lot. The idea was that somehow, we can alter our ‘field’ and the molecules that make us up, so that they can interact differently with the… ok. Obviously, if I’m going to say any more on this topic, I’m gonna need to do a hell of a lot more research. Let’s stick to the people who have.
Fun fact: if you weigh 117 pounds on Earth, you weigh 106.1 pounds on Venus or a Venus scale.
Blue Hawk Bridge 