There is a parable about a boy who could fly. He just flew, and it was to him as naturally as for us to walk, eat and breathe. He flew, oblivious to their exclusivity, except that sometimes wondering why others do not. But others were not given the rest of his flight. Welcome to something, he differed from them, for example, would be a fantastic strong or suspicious light, would have wings or at least a motor with a propeller, like Carlson - has brought to the attention of a parable about this.