Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

When one falls we all fall.

If one of us falls, we all fall.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.

Is birth always a fall?

First we feel. Then we fall.

Well, I started out down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down as I crossed the hill
And the town lit up, the world got still

I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing

Well, the good ol' days may not return
And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn

I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing

Well, some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I've started out for God knows where
I guess I'll know when I get there

I'm learning to fly around the clouds
But what goes up must come down

This fall I think you're riding for — it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.

¡Oh raza humana, nacida para remontar vuelo!, ¿por qué el menor soplo de viento te hace caer?

Every journey begins with a single step.

If you are falling....dive.

I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong.

No one should deny the danger of the descent, but it can be risked. No one need risk it, but it is certain that someone will. And let those who go down the sunset way do so with open eyes, for it is a sacrifice which daunts even the gods. Yet every descent is followed by an ascent; the vanishing shapes are shaped anew, and a truth is valid in the end only if it suffers change and bears new witness in new images, in new tongues, like a new wine that is put into new bottles.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.