I've always wondered why I'm "afraid of heights" yet I'm fine when flying commercially or otherwise. I will get a very odd feeling when even on a two-step stepladder. It gets worse when I'm on a high balcony. The Grand Canyon is beautiful. I've been once...years ago, but I'm cool with a picture from now on. Put me on a ledge in a video game, and I'll "nope" outta there...fast. Yet none of this occurs when I fly.
To be clear, I'm not claiming that I have the ability to fly without aid of an airplane or other device. I've flown in commercial airliners many times and it's never bothered me...in the slightest. I've also flown on smaller private planes and never so much as felt uneasy. I'm also surprisingly cool with roller coasters.
It's an interesting paradox to me. A paradox is two things that contradict themselves. After looking up the history of the word it stems from the Greek word "paradoxon" which sounds like a pretty bad-ass dinosaur...unless you have an American southern accent then it's much less terrifying.
Perhaps...deep down...I believe I CAN fly. To be honest, I've never really tested myself on this. Well sure I tried as a little kid, but little kids will believe anything you tell them. Somewhere there's a guy, all grown up, that thinks that Captain America has secretly been a part of Hydra this whole time 'cause I told him that when he was little. (LOL! ahhh kids.)
In Robert Kelly's video he states that he believes HE can fly, yet he never tests his theory. Unlike the Wright Brothers, Robert never shows any footage of actually testing if he can fly. He just stands there on a step ladder (man's got balls) in a cornfield being filmed by a helicopter. Just one shot of him jumping off the ladder, arms outstretched, to verify his theory would have helped.
Instead, at the end we are left with Robert standing in a gymnasium with the choir to beat all choirs. (Odin doesn't need that many singers) He's flapping his hands as they sing, and then he proceeds to apparently conduct the singers in a manor that cries "I'm a two year old!" Apparently he believes he's John Williams as well. So we are left with no proof on whether or not Robert can indeed fly. (he CLEARLY can't conduct a choir)
Like an educated person, I could put this to the test and try to fly. Therefore, I'm going to go into the front room and test my potential new found ability. Sure, I may start out like William Katt, but with persistence...who knows. The point is, I've never, as an adult, actually tried to fly. Hang on a sec...brb...
- (porpoise)-
Ok, I can confirm (as can my ribs) that I apparently don't have the ability to fly...and my cats have lost even more faith in me...and my neighbors are probably certain it's the Apocalypse. Surely they are now waiting on the Trump/Pence.
The more I think about it, it's not really the height. I think, I'm more in the Paul Newman camp on this one. Logically, I would not get on a plane or roller coaster without having SOME faith in the people that designed it, built it, maintain it and fly/control it.
So the finger of pointing may have turned...
Perhaps my fear of heights (or falling) is actually a fear within me. Perhaps it's a fear of my own failings. (It may just be that I know I'm about as coordinated as Chevy Chase as well) There's the possibility that I could turn this around and conquer this silly fear that weakens my knees when standing upon the abyss of a one foot drop.
Alternatively, I could take Roberts message to heart. I think he's trying to tell the world that if you believe you can fly, then don't test it out, don't look at the science, record a song and stand in a cornfield with a blouse on and get a helicopter to film it.
....I gotta go write a song called "I Believe I'm Bill Gates.". (ninja bunny!)
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