Navigate by the same star, unwilling to change, and you find yourself not only off-course but lost.

And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own.

For pilots sometimes see behind the curtain, behind the veil of gossamer velvet, and find the truth behind man, the force behind a universe.

Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

If we want to end this lifetime higher than we began, we can expect an uphill road.

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

One way to pick a future is to believe it’s inevitable.