Not too long ago, to fly you needed to born with wings. Flight was magical. We marveled at the creatures that could fly and longed to follow them. It was their wings set them apart, and so we bestowed wings on the things that we felt were special or had power. Beings that were other than us. Things that had meaning. We can now take to the air but we still can't really follow. And so we bestow wings because we marvel at the creatures that can fly.
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