They say it's alright to build your castles in the air as long as the
foundations are firmly on the ground. I say, invent anti-grav, let them
float in the air! The groundsiders, the dirthuggers, the shitless
scaredeyes, are trying to deny us the wonders of the air. Fuck you! You
down in the germs of a dirtside summer! We've got microbes of the air to
fulfill! Denizens of the Aether to conceal! Masonries of the skies to
scale!
     If we build our mansions in the sky, are we not gods also?
Imagination is that part of you that is god. Most godlike. That
creative part of you creatures that is most godlike -- aspire more to it
rather than trying to turn its service to the wolves! Rather than trying
to drill down to its secret compartments and expose, plunder and despoil
its secret workings, subvert its secret workings!
Don't subvert its service to the perverts!