From specks of nothing, from untapped potential, from absolute oblivion, we rise. We yearn
to expand beyond familiar horizons and become bigger than we actually are. Just as Charles
Lindbergh and Amelia Earhart once did, we forge new boundaries through our explorations.
We become infatuated with the twilight zone – the discrepancies between our own imagina-
tions, our own limits – elevating us into the realm of human wonder. Some of us craft our
own wings, and some of us command the wind to work in our favor, letting the ecstasy of
flight affect our judgement. Once we go up, we refuse to come down.
Like Peter Pan, our spirits keep us high, faces towards the sun as we fly towards our own
Neverlands. In our Great Glass Elevator, nothing can harm us; we’re mere spectators of
the world below. Everything looks perfect from far away. While wrapped up in the bliss of
flight, we forget that we are just mere children. We ascend and reach for the sun, believing
ourselves to be invincible against the elements. We disguise ourselves as gods, attempting
to grasp the universe in our hands under the impression that it is scarcely bigger than our-
selves. But the thinning oxygen makes us power-hungry. Our ill intentions get the best of us.
Our wings become weapons and our aspirations become fears. We bomb the cities below
us to attain “peace.” We fly too close to the sun, and when we try to grab it, our wings get
And then we begin the descent. Tumbling towards the ground, still reaching for the great
mystery that we had once admired. Pure intentions with a cruel execution, Icarus tried de-
fying the laws of gravity and fell to his death. That’s how we attempted to rise, but what if
we didn’t need to defy gravity? What if we worked hand in hand with it, just as the Wright
brothers once did? What we ignored throughout history was the theory of relativity: what
goes up must come down.
We no longer depend on the wind because the wind will knock us down. Instead, we manip-
ulate it. We are not gods meddling with forces beyond our control, and we may not be able
to truly fly, but we can fall,
however, what truly matters is whether or not we choose to rise again.
The Eclectic Staff