“For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating”, wrote Richard Bach. But you are not among those. You can not, dare not, because you could not stand it. You could not devote every single day to food, clothes and warmth. Even if you add to that your position, reputation and everything others think about you, you could not. It is not eating that matters for you, but flight. You are not an ordinary gull. You belong to nonexistent flock of those who every day, maybe somewhat lonely, seek the perfection in each and every move of their wings.