The Smallest Minority shares with us a tale…
Old Aviators and Old Airplanes….
This is a good little story about a vivid memory of a P-51 and its pilot, by a fellow who was 12 years old in Canada in 1967. It was to take to the air. They said it had flown in during the night from some U.S. Airport, the pilot had been tired.
It is a tale as described above, told with heart, and with truth. Kevin’s friend Dave further states:
I know we still retain the possibility to be again what we once were, but I’m afraid that entropy will win in the end. The culture of a nation reflects the philosophy of that nation, and ours is no longer that of John Locke and Adam Smith, but rather Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Immanuel Kant and Karl Marx, when it isn’t just “…a junk heap of unwarranted conclusions, false generalizations, undefined contradictions, undigested slogans, unidentified wishes, doubts and fears, thrown together by chance, but integrated by your subconscious into a kind of mongrel philosophy and fused into a single, solid weight: self doubt, like a ball and chain in the place where your mind’s wings should have grown” as Ayn Rand put it.
Please visit the TSM link above and read the whole essay. And perhaps get a little misty, as did I.
Thanks, Kevin (and his friend Dave)!