Silver Cord Parables Eagle

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For a young bird, watching the mature ones soar about, stroking their powerful wings,
pushing mightily through the air, unchecked by neither height nor depth, made the
coming glory of flight well up within until it felt as though one's breast was about to
burst. The strong ones, rippling with unbounded strength, would mount the stars, if that
were possible. Soon he too would cut like a sword up and down the four winds.

The freedom of flight would be exuberant and wonderful, an unending stream of
sweetness and richness. From sunrise to sunset these birds commanded the airways
claiming their given right to rule. This right to command and patrol the heavens was at
the threshold of his own experience. The grandeur and majesty of it all was flowing
through his veins. Surely as the clouds moved across the sky, as he grew he would
inherit his portion of it all. For certainly he was born into the most noble of all the bird
species. Those before him had graced many a kingdom as a symbol of power and might.
Even the special beauty of their plumage was renown throughout the ages. Many others
reached for the likeness of the quality of their stature. But very few came close. His was
a rare and very special breed.

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