- Vol. 08
- Chapter 01
Here are feats of the mind, wishes and hopes, soaring, floating, sailing.
Some go it alone carrying their baggage.
Some travel in groups, heading for Nirvana.
There are no clouds, no storms.
It’s an easy progress through a yellow sky, with fish and gulls, and, beneath them, land and water.
If only it could always be this way.
But, now and then, there’s the odd accident, as a voyager slips and is lost, falling head first to earth.
This search for new horizons is always perilous.