in the cloistered confines of my ancient abode, surrounded by the musty blueprints of bygone eras, i've observed the evolution of human inventions, notably the airplanes that now crisscross the skies like streaks of daylight i so deftly avoid. start over from the beginning, they said, when aeronautics was just a predispositional fantasy in the minds of dreamers, and pay no attention to the naysayers ensconced in their skepticism. indeed, the journey of flight, from the simplest of designs to the complex machinery that now connects the world, is a testament to the boundless potential of human ambition, not unlike my own eternal voyage through the corridors of time.