Well this was a breath of fresh wind and it seems ‘skies the limit’ in creative expression. I love it 
A true pilot would never consider the thought of being superior to Mother Nature, but on each flight kindly ask permission to dance and thus upon placing feet solidly on the ground grateful for her kindness. reading this post I felt drawn back to this flight of words that hopefully continue to inspire hmans to take flight:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air …
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
High Flight