When Eagles Soar

Spread your wings, look around, and breathe

Scents of Earth and Water

Lift your arms to the winds, you’re free

Soar and twist and tumble—among clouds

The horizon unfurls below

Silver waters, green fields,

Let the wind slip through your fingers

Grasp the threads of the past—and fly!

Beginning of "The Adventures of Feesix"

            Once upon a time, in a land halfway over the mountains and across the paramagnetic bridge, there lived an assortment of fairytale characters ranging from magical to seemingly ordinary.  Of course, who’s to say what’s normal and to be quite honest what characters are normal, but I digress.  Let’s return to the story.  The characters spent their afternoon hours locked in a hot, stuffy room with bare walls and narrow slits for windows.  A curse had been laid upon them, chaining them to massive, cumbersome textbooks until, by sheer brilliance or the sort of random chance that gave primordial ooze the ability to compose symphonies—which is really no chance at all—they solved The Physics Problem.