Us in the Pegasus
What is the human preoccupation with wings and winged imagery? There's not exactly an imposing back catalog of equine literature to compare to, but in general we have no mythological obsession with the pegasus. Cloppity. In fact, that's just another example of the human application of subconscious imagery to conscious realization. Are angels real and humanity's desire to soar just lingering aftertaste? Or have people always shared the Earth with the beasts and angels are just manifestations of misplaced wanderlust? Clop clop? Personally, I have no desire to escape from the laws that shackle me to the land. All the great imagery of flying free above the clouds is always so... clopitty clop... lonely. It's one thing to triumph over one's limitations, but ascending so high you have to fall so far to share it with someone. I may be a horse on the outside looking in, but the day may come when humanity needs a Daedalus. Don't drift so high. Clop.