User:Localcrypt

Is it not biblical to sprout wings on the eve of rapture? Is the amber casing the only relic we can find of a journey whose end we are shackled too? If I have spent my life climbing, am I lesser with my thorax of flesh filled bone? Is there sin in wanting to escape a noose with single-aperture eyes? Is there glory in hands so soft and pliant, authors of a world so in love with putrid life and silent death? To exist, flightless, are we forbidden from the world beyond the sky? Is it not then the folly of evolution to turn away from the landlocked, so unaware that it’s giftless subjects are the ones to find what sleeps in that eternally frozen night?