His airplane was ready.
The window was open.
As if it were from the other side of the same reality.
The airport was familiar.
All these years it had evolved.
But the familiarity hadn’t changed.
As if flying machines existed since forever while he had taught the innovation of Leonardo da Vinci.
The speed of hand had nailed with its drawings, the movements of the birds which we name flight for centuries without daring transferring it to the human reality.
We wondered of course why a Dutch had decided to issue this work of the Master of Renaissance.
It may had been due to the inconceivable.
Because it was what he had sensed years ago, when he saw for the first time the drawings of his codices, but more specifically for : On flight.
The take off wasn’t just and only mental.
Reality was also outside the window.
Everything were maps underneath.
As if the forecast was prophecy.
The organization of humans was better seen from high above.
But its relationship with nature also.
All thoughts which were in the old book had become reality.
When you could see the future because you created it you didn’t need to foresee it.
Since its thought was its evolution.
The life of the Master hadn’t changed, because the concept of strategy justified it.
New mental schemata appeared on the land.