"Icarus, I advise you to take a middle course. If you fly too low, the sea will soak the wings; If you fly too high, the sun's heat will burn them. Fly between sea and sun! Take the course along which I shall lead you. " Ovid, Metamorphoses

What if Icarus knew what he was doing? What if he would have rathered to soar for just a moment than to coast along in mediocrity for a lifetime? What if he knew that the safe road his father presented wasn't the right one for him? What if he needed a chance to shine, even if it meant his light would all too soon be extinguished?