I believe I can fly

Where is that song now? With 3 avionics accidents (ML17, Taiwanese and Algerian)  in one week.

Glad to have such thing called selective memory. We will soon forget, out of necessity and convenience.

(Last week, people still rushed to the front to board my return flight, completely unaffected by those bad news).

It’s been a long way, century-long, to have experienced experimental crashes (Wright brothers) to accidental crashes (Malaysian and Algerian).

Vital and fatal statistics.

It’s only a matter of when your numbers are up.

Like anything else in life e.g. train, plane or automobile.

Failure teaches us more than victory.

It forces us to re-examine the cause of why we failed.

Mechanical or procedural? Human errors or weather-related?

I remembered those first VoIp calls. Lots of noise, drop calls, fade in and out.

Now we take for granted those voice calls over the internet and its “free of charge” feature.

Google translation is going through those betas. And a host of other apps, games in particular.

Now, that’s an area where a kid can once again sing “I believe I can fly”.

I also notice a large chunk of summer blockbusters, all special-effects.

Ninja Turtles, Transformers. Perhaps the only man who can’t fly this summer is, “The Most Wanted Man” ( main actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman died last year).

We are to let our imagination take us, high up. Above and beyond the three screens: TV, computer and phone .

(in one of the sci-fi movies this summer, I saw a helicopter in the background, carrying large-screen banner, not unlike beach airplane ad banners).

That will be our fourth screen.

Innovation, imagination and insights. Let’s go forward in face of set-backs.

Fight or flight? Let’s stay and fight. May our last battle and battalion advance human cause along the evolutionary chain.