You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

 To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, he said, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived…

Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom..

Words from 

Jonathan Livingstone Seagull

by 

Richard Bach

(a favourite)