Penguins cant fly, but they can dance and sing. We are but penguins waiting on our wings, so in the interim we might as well take a few steps off to the side, skirting around the edge of our fleeting lives, whirling about like dizzied dervishes, drunk on the fabled wines of existence, screaming out loud, keep the damn wings. We are much better here on the ground, diving in deep, taking flight in the vast waters of this endless ocean.
– Josh Fleming
Image from: Penguin Cafe Orchestra, Signs Of Life