The familiar sound of wing flapping is something so ingrained within so much so that as soon as the sound waves hit the ear drum you know that you are in familiar territory. From the moment, warm bright angels concur the sight till the crowd climb down the ladder of darkness with their forelimbs, should be equivalent to a ride in Disneyland. Although hypothetical, should not be too far off the mark. Hypothetically that is.
Endurance of this much of distance for a single cycle of an infinitely long boring routine is surely uncanny. So very few ever stop to measure the actual distance. Thus reminding, the handful of things in life that is quantifiable. Although there might be something written somewhere with the world’s alphabet– balanced, bringing justice is hidden in the darkest corners where no body has ever stopped to notice. Executing every single task the masters give them, never complaining, without ever having to worry about doing it wrong (with the exception of few hiccups, which really isn’t their fault anyway). Integrated, the ability to chime in perfect harmony with the rest of the crew is mind-boggling.
Posted in blah · February 6th, 2008 · Comments (0)
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