Desire

Vitally important, it was a talk he had with his impetuous son many times, long before the fatally impassioned wings of their flight had sealed the tale for eternity's mythical Gods to re-tell.

The father spoke about balance, the measured approaches of reason, the reliability of logic to find your way home thru any intricate Labyrinth.

"Of course", he acknowledged, "we must also know our mortality. Are we not feeling human beings, after all? Do we not seek freedom? But we cannot escape ourselves, son. Our desire is also our weakness. The middle altitude will save us, while too low or high will imperil our escape. Son, you must understand- there are no absolute freedoms. All, even the gods, have obligations that must be fulfilled. Even the Sun is duty-bound."

Worried, the father went on with earnest. "Remember that the most defining decisions are best made by the steadier hand and careful thought. Go slowly. No rushing to foolish goals over passion's promised heights."

The father said, "We're remembered by our choices- they define our entire reason for existing!" But the son, barely listening, only faked his attention, too excited, staring up into the light, and the deepest blue sky.