Pain is temporary. Glory is forever.
Chicks dig it.
No seats on the airplane. Hypoxia - The Poor Airman's High. Oedipal Complex - trying to get close to Mother Earth. I watched him strap on his harness and helmet, climb into the cockpit and, minutes later, a black dot falls off the wing two thousand feet above our field. A day or two later, when I decided that I too must pass through the experience of a parachute jump, life rose to a higher level, to a sort of exhilarated calmness.