We fly, but we have not ‘conquered’ the air. Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand. It is when we presume to intimacy, having been granted only tolerance, that the harsh stick falls across our impudent knuckles and we rub the pain, staring upward, startled by our ignorance.
―Beryl Markham, West with the Night
This reminds me I have that book somewhere and probably should read it. 🙂 Cheers!
It is worth the read! Beautiful writing from a very free spirit.