He spoke of very simple things- that it is right for a gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form. "Set aside," came a voice from the multitude, "even if it be the Law of the Flock?" "The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other.

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own paradise.

How much to learn if we could spend one hour, spend twenty minutes, with the us we will become! How much could we say to the us we were.

My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood, he thought. They call you devil or they call you god.

Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some room between me and the ground.

That which most concerns and worries you - your survival - is the only certainty you have.