Once upon a time there was a baby in an eagle’s nest on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees, and sat for many small animals rushed to enjoy their lives. 

The baby eagle liked the nest. They were the only ones ever. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view and even better, had all the food and love and attention, which could be a great mother eagle. Several times a day since the fall of the mother of heaven and earth in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels. It was as if God himself had no idea where it comes from or how it worked magic.

The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the eagle mother always arrive just in time for lunch and the love and attention he needed. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision became very acute. He felt good all the time.

Until one day, holding the mother comes to nest.

The baby eagle was hungry. Im sure to die,  said the baby eagle, all the time.

Very soon, death comes, he cried, with tears on his face. Again and again. But there was nobody there to listen.

The child cried and cried and cried.

He knew his mother was nearby. He flew the nest to the last meal.

Take this last meal,  he said.

The baby cried, but he ate and complained and what a bad mother lamented.

Your mother’s terrible,  he said. Then her pushed out of the nest.

He fell.

Head.

He has speed.

She cried. Dying is dying, he cried. He was gaining speed.

He looked down.

The ground more quickly, more and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, both short term and cried and moaned and complained. This is not fair! He cried.

Something strange is happening.

The air caught behind his arms and took them away from your body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. There was more land, there were eyes to the sun.

This is fun! He laughed the baby eagle, as it shook and plunged and fell.