BALLOON LOGIC

🎈 BALLON LOGIC Being but a man, but flesh and blood, the foibles of our earthly frame can be downright discouraging, daunting philosophically. I thought my Daddy was Superman, until I was age 4. He was unable to retrieve my Cardinals-red, hot -air balloon that I had accidentally let go. I cried . I raged. I blubbered. But there was nothing Daddy could do, being but a man , not a bird; flesh and blood, earth-bound. Human. My red ballon came to rest in the top of a tree about a block away . I saw it there everyday, mocking me, mocking mankind, until very slowly it grew smaller by day . Until, one day, it too was gone from its perch leaving no trace of lessons learned.