Hey everyone. My watchers. Sorry you ever got pulled into that. Yep, all of you looking at your inbox and being like "Gosh, is this chick ever serious?"

Well, rarely, but yes. And I do seriously consider this fictional but also realistic subject.

Flying.

And for the half of you that didn't click the back button after you read that, I'm completely serious.

Man has dreamt of the impossible for ages past and will for ages to come. While we have conquered the mysteries of electricity and scientific law and microwavable popcorn, we will still be racking our brains for the solutions to undiscovered topics such as how to get a car to drive itself, or how to slam a revolving door.

But, while man technically states he has conquered the skies, he is wrong. In many ways, we are still limited. Just as we are limited in our own oceans, and in God's star-studded universe beyond our clouds.

But I'm not talking about space exploration. I'm talking about real, limitless, free flying. Like angels. Can you seriously imagine the exhileration, the adrenaline rush these celestial beings must encounter when achieving such a blessing of a skill? For all of you would would get tipsy going to the top of the Eiffel Tower or Empire State Building and looking down, imagine knowing you can throw yourself off of the edge and enjoy the peaceful free-fall, knowing your instincts will kick your extra appendages (wings, for you biology snoozers) into action before you plummet to what would be a little more than a massive headache. The freedom you would have with that! It's like standing up straight on the floor and knowing you can take a step and not fall over. Instict. To fly.

How awesome would that be?