PROLOGUE A man should look for what is, and not for what he thinks should be.
When I was a kid, I would often dream of flying.
Most of the time I’d be standing out in my yard at night, looking up at the stars, when out of the blue I’d start floating upward. The first few inches happened automatically. But soon I’d notice that the higher I got, the more my progress depended on me—on what I
did. If I got too excited, too swept away by the experience, I would plummet back to the ground . . ....