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Here he is, where he longed to be; home is the sailor, home from the seas, and the hunter, home from the hills.

My hearth, surrounded by metal walls, suspended from a wing between rock and the immeasurable nothingness, in communion with the machine, enjoying the uncanny reality of the first dream of humanity, for as long as humans have trod the Earth.

We tread no more, we unruly tots with wings, we children who fly.