It is my hope that by the end of this essay you will look to the sky and see airplanes a bit differently than you do now. It is my hope that by the end of this essay you will hear the roaring hiss of a jet engine and look up with a new sense of admiration for who you are.
I’ve watched thousands of airplanes fly over me. I’ve flown in hundreds of them. I’ve watched the earth float by beneath me, studied how these machines work their magic, how humans build their wings, and how pilots master their controls. I’ve even been lucky enough to pilot one myself.
But when I hear one going by, no matter what I’m doing, I still stop and tilt my head to the sky with a childish sense of wonder and watch this mechanical work of art float past (a rather dangerous distraction when I’m driving; I’ve lost a hat this way).
On several occasions in the past few months I’ve found myself on the beach, gazing at the birds and watching as they glide across the ocean. Seconds later I’m presented with the opportunity to observe a similar bird, this time a manmade one, its shiny metal body and heavy engines pushing itself across the sky.
How are these manmade creatures of flight different from those found in nature? They’re both built for the same task: to fly, to temporarily defeat gravity and make use of an invisible force, to float through an invisible landscape.
The natural creature is certainly the more elegant and it’s far more attune with its surroundings. While it blends into the landscape and reacts to the flowing currents of air, its clumsy mechanical counterpart pummels through with sheer force, relying solely on the most basic and most fundamental principals to stay aloft.
One creature was created by nature, the other was created by us, a creation by a creation, a new species of flying creatures designed, engineered, and built entirely by humans. We saw birds flying through the air and we wanted to experience that flow, to obtain that mobility.
For thousands of years we tried manufacturing feathers. We tried making ourselves as light as possible. We tried jumping off cliffs and making contraptions that seemed to mimic the wings in nature.
Everything failed and many lives were lost, but we continued building, testing, risking, and experimenting.
As we began to understand the invisible landscape, we learned to combine visible shapes with invisible forces. We manufactured structures from whatever materials were available and even began inventing and shaping materials that didn’t exist naturally.
Elegance wasn’t nearly as important as function. What mattered was obtaining flight. And so we took to the skies in birds made of wood and metal, eventually refining our models and smoothing our designs.
When I look to the sky now and I see an airplane flying over me, what I see is an example of what it means to be human, that innate desire we all possess to recreate the things we hold with respect and admiration, that need to prove to ourselves and to others that nothing is beyond our ability.
We create because that’s who we are. We live our lives making choices and decisions based on hopes and dreams because we believe. We believe that even the remote possibility is entirely possible, that despite all the odds, the impossible is only two steps away from possible.
To create, to turn thought into action, to push and fight and struggle against all logical reason and bring life to visions and ideas, to shape hopes and dreams into tangible moments of reality and string them together one by one, to learn how to fly when we were born to walk, that is what it means to be human.
Beautiful in all ways…thank you for celebrating innovation and spirit in thought and photo 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
When I see a plane… I see all the times someone was told “No, you can’t possibly FLY!”… but then we did it anyway.
We couldn’t possibly go to the moon… but we did it anyway…
…we couldn’t possibly land a “car” on Mars precisely…
All because we could fly all along, we just needed to stop at nothing to discover how.
“we couldn’t possibly land a ‘car’ on Mars”, using a robotic crane that flew through the air and gently lowered the car-sized robot to the ground! It still blows my mind when I think about it.
We can fly, and we have the potential to do so much more. Flight, I think, is a clear example of that fact. We were not born to fly. We have absolutely nothing natural that contributes to flight (except perhaps a big brain), and yet we still found a way to make the impossible possible.
Each and every one of us has the same potential inside, but we need to experiment, test assumptions, take risks, and push ourselves outside of comfort and towards the things we feel are possible but appear impossible.
Inspiring essay Raam, keep up the good work!
Thank you, Amrita! 🙂
I don’t think there has ever been a time when I havent watched planes move up there, even if its just the end trails of their path passing over the Rockies. I have pulled over just to see it fly close over head, inspecting it as it were, I always watch until I can’t see it anymore, I think similarly to yours Raam, those times long ago when we pondered that opportunity to fly up there for themselves,
The potential within us is like a seed, we have all the right conditions (especially in this human form) to water our own seed, to fly. All around us, endless possibilities.
: ) -Andrea
Endless possibilities indeed! If we can quite literally fly when we were born to walk, what isn’t possibile? 🙂