If I were a more enlightened
savage or a secularist shaman I think I might worship the wing. Living beside a great river one has enormous
opportunity to observe the miracles of the wing. Not only do birds of all shapes and sizes
abound but also, by the traffic and height, I suspect I am in the ascending or
glide path of three major airports, Knoxville, Chattanooga and Atlanta. The conception of lift over curved wing had
to be one of the greatest achievements of whomever conceives of all miracles
and to give it away to birds, bees and Boeing is one of the kindest acts on
record. Bob, our local blue heron,
glides along on two perfect idols, if you need gods to worship, which I suspect
we all do; and that pure white Egret on the shore in front of me would provide
relics of Notre Dame quality. If you could
know that Conceiver, They would be worship worthy or at the very least a
prolonged “swoosh”* of your hearts imagination.
*I believe that is the name
of the symbol on the side of Nike shoes.
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