Flying Prayer
An original ode to the flying business:
O great oracle of airport hangers-on and vaporous job postings, call forth your son from his lonely wandering in foreign lands such as 'engineering'.
I wish to once again tread the azure sea-sky on a horse of fire and metal, or maybe metal and a spinny double sword thing even.
Hear my prayer and let me return to your service, poverty and pain filled as it may be, so that I may do wondrous things and see bountiful visions. Perhaps a warm FBO cookie or two.
So say we all!
O great oracle of airport hangers-on and vaporous job postings, call forth your son from his lonely wandering in foreign lands such as 'engineering'.
I wish to once again tread the azure sea-sky on a horse of fire and metal, or maybe metal and a spinny double sword thing even.
Hear my prayer and let me return to your service, poverty and pain filled as it may be, so that I may do wondrous things and see bountiful visions. Perhaps a warm FBO cookie or two.
So say we all!
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