Do you know the story of Icarus? He longed for the sky, to finally be free. So his father, Daedalus, created wings for him carved from wax, and embodied with feathers. He warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. But Icarus longed for the sky too much, and flew up into the sky, his wings were melted by the sun, and the feathers burned up as well. He fell back down to earth, down into the sea, never to fly again. So tell me, are your wings made of wax? Or are your wings ones that will take you higher than Icarus ever could?