So maybe the next stage after walking on the earth is the gift of flight. Ah, it’s all bullshit. But it’s something to think about, isn’t it? – Russell Crowe (source – A 2000 press conference)
When I die
My soul will perch on the windowsill
And then take
off,
Light as a bird’s feather,
Laughing and full of joy,
Through the
trees,
Above the houses,
Past the stars,
Wheeling and twirling
To
eternity.
Murph
