He wants to compel wax to do what wax cannot. No matter how magnificent the graceful, feathered wings, the wax that anchors them nevertheless remains wax. It melts, the feathers scatter to the winds, and the barren landscape towards which Icarus is rushing will be as uninviting to his frail body as searing sunlight was for wax. The man didn't respect the properties of earth. Earth won't respect the properties of his human body.
Creative solutions are one thing.
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