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“Are we lost, or are we found at last? On earth we strive for our various needs, because so goes the fundamental law of man. Aloft, at least for a little while, the needs disappear. Likewise the striving. In the thoughts of man aloft, food and evil become mixed and sometimes reversed. This is the open door to wisdom. Aloft, the earth is ancient and man is young, regardless of his numbers, for there, aloft he may reaffirm his suspicions that he may not be so very much. This is the gateway to humility.”

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Ernest K. Gann
Ernest K. Gann

Ernest K. Gann was a celebrated American aviator, writer, and speaker, born on October 13, 1910, and passing away on December 19, 1991. His career as a pilot spanned two decades, during which he flew various aircraft types and participated in numerous aviation adventures. Gann's writing, particularly his aviation novels, achieved widespread popularity and critical acclaim. more

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