In The Deep Space Of The Sea

The Impossible Missions Are The Only Ones Which Succeed.

I Experimented With All Possible Maneuvers-loops, Somersaults And Barrel Rolls. I Stood Upside Down On One Finger And Burst Out Laughing, A Shrill, Distorted Laugh. Nothing I Did Altered The Automatic Rhythm Of The Air. Delivered From Gravity And Buoyancy, I Flew Around In Space.

Without Ethics, Everything Happens As If We Were All Five Billion Passengers On A Big Machinery And Nobody Is Driving The Machinery. And It's Going Faster And Faster, But We Don't Know Where.

Sometimes We Are Lucky Enough To Know That Our Lives Have Been Changed, To Discard The Old, Embrace The New, And Run Headlong Down An Immutable Course

I Swam Across The Rocks And Compared Myself Favorably With The Sars. To Swim Fishlike, Horizontally, Was The Logical Method In A Medium Eight Hundred Times Denser Than Air. To Halt And Hang Attached To Nothing, No Lines Or Air Pipe To The Surface, Was A Dream. At Night I Had Often Had Visions Of Flying By Extending My Arms As Wings. Now I Flew Without Wings. (since That First Aqualung Flight, I Have Never Had A Dream Of Flying.)