The goodbyes we don’t know will serve as the final ones end up being the saddest. A destroyed helicopter will move people no more, but we can still feel moved about its noble purpose. I offer my deepest condolences to those who admired the contraption that crashed in Iran near Azerbaijan Sunday. Instead of focusing on the lamentable end, I prefer to think of happier moments while it served its intended function.
We will always remember the chopper’s standard array of features. It prominently had rotors, which enabled lift. There was a space known as the cockpit for pilots where they operated the very conveyance in which they rode. It also included temporary accommodations for more passive occupants known as passengers. Everything had a purpose and worked together by design.
The whirlybird may have been unnamed. Any appellation it did have has remain unreported in the media. It may be too late to suggest one after its demise, but call it whatever brings comfort.
The flying taxi covered untold miles during tis service. During its final voyage, it was heading on a path that may have been impossible to traverse using a vehicle bound to land. Covering ground without touching it results from understanding scientific phenomenon well enough to use it for our benefit.
Its life was long in product terms. The helicopter was reportedly manufactured in 1979. That would make it either 44 or 45 at the time of its passing. The birthdate remains unshared. Its owner may have been aware of how old it was if it had a completion date. Such paperwork may have been issued around the time of acquisition.
Items do not have relatives. But people may become attached to things. I hope anyone who built it or simply admired it from afar and feels sad is coping through destruction.
Flying only appears to be magic. Humans apply discovered facts about science in order to take to the skies. Curiosity meets ingenuity to turn a dream into an achievement.
We are incapable of flying, yet we fly. Building machines that are able to defy our physical limitations shows how we are more than our physical shells. Gazing at the sky and wondering if we could travel amongst the clouds is just the start. Brave thinkers with an understanding of what we can’t do figure out away around seemingly unbreakable rules.
The lost helicopter personified innovation. Beings born on Earth are not bound to it. The clouds can be our companions.
There will be other helicopters similar to the one that crashed. They will perhaps be of the same model. If it appeared in a row with others of the same make, people would have been unable to distinguish the one that crashed. But there will never be another that is exactly the same as the one our world lost.
I wish it had a good helicopter life. Those with sentience often project their own feelings on inanimate objects that are incapable of experiencing the same emotions. They cannot care back. But they can embody what we care about.
I am sad about a helicopter I didn’t even know. It’s not even that one can befriend machinery. But tell classic car owners that it’s impossible to feel a connection to a heap.
The disaster scene doesn’t just host wreckage that once served a useful goal: going where desired symbolized what humans aim to accomplish. The ability to overcome gravity and lack of wings creates hope beyond capacity.
We will not stop flying. Despite accidents, humanity will continue to persevere. As much as it aches losing that particular helicopter, it is our choice to continue to use technology to improve society.
Heading forward is literal. People will use similar craft to hover above ground. They will also travel to different locations. But there will never be a vehicle that will be the same as the one lost.
I never got to travel in it. Wisenheimers might claim that was for the best considering how its last flight went. Yet it still rose above our world many times before its fateful final journey. Riding would have brought joy while existing to fulfill the utilitarian role of permitting occupants to head somewhere else.
A quick way to overcome traffic signifies convenience on top of bringing fun. The helicopter allowed those within it to gaze upon the ground from above. Our world is a lesser place without this helicopter.
I miss an object that wasn’t mine and I never knew of until it was gone. The thought of it being used by our species to contribute to its actualized fantasy of moving through the sky. It represented aspiration made into actuality.
Rest in peace, helicopter.
The poor helicopter.
The helicopter contained Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi.
Anthony Bialy 