Sunday, July 29, 2012

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
Richard Bach

(a favourite)


Neesie said...

Wonderful words and beautiful photos.
Such an enjoyable visit today ~ Thanks ;D

Kylie said...

Oh I love your table cloth (?) Angy x