"You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there." Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull (1970)
Location: Brighton, UK
4 comments:
I remember that day :) I love that picture...
Only, perhaps, the limits you impose by framing it.
Very nice words to go with a "perfect" photo.
Vegas, it's tattood forevah!
Nick, indeed... good thought there.
Nathalie, merci merci!!
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