‘Winged’ musings

With love’s light wings did I o’perch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold the love out, And what love can do, that dares attempt

-William Shakepeare in Romeo and Juliet

The literary subject can be really funny sometimes.. imagine wings growing out of Romeo’s heart, as portrayed here by Shakespeare, as it wanders over the vast gardens to reach Juliet.

Even in biblical terms, as described in Isaiah 40:31:
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

wings are described as an object with which we can soar, to fly with…

Over the course of history, wings have always been an epitome of intricate, delicate beauty… of a profound conception only heaven upholds. Which explains why angels have wings, or so we believe.

baby+wings = cupids

human+ wings = angels

grandmother +wings =fairy tooth mother

elephants + wings = dumbo

sculptured stone creatures +wings = gargoyles

Note just how easy it is to metaphorically gratify sense of mystique by just giving them ‘wings’!

Angelic cat, with wings sprouting from its sides

As far as human attempts to fly had been since Wright brother’s first flight in 1903, there is stil, however, no attempts of a man physically growing his/her own wings!

Well, something else came up yesterday, admist waiting in quiet rows for our turns to witness a mitral valve replacement and an aorta-femoral shunt operation in the cardiosurgery department.

Looks like King here, has his own wings to grow too..

(It was actually the result of the bony prominences of his scapulas pressed against the white wall through the surgical suit =)

Seems to me that surgeons, after all, do have the ability to soar to great heights.

So, anyone in for a surgery today?