Our Fragile Little Wings
(A Poetic Reflection on Icarus)
Lawrence W. Rodgers
Could it be that in the story of Daedalus their flying contraption represents the intellect, logic, and reason, held together by the fragility of wax and feathers.
The flying represents the comfortable space we have within our own doublethink. Yet, the sun is the truth of it all. The truth we cannot stare at too long because it burns our eyes.
When Icarus the son of Daedalus tries to get as close to it as possible it melts his wings and he tumults. Is it the fear our fragile little wings will melt restricting us from flying closer and closer to the truth of it all?
Even if this is the case, how beautiful would it be to behold it, even for a glimpse in space and time, and while one falls out of the sky from the heights they have reached, burned into their minds is this epiphany and majesty of the truth of it all that so few have seen.