If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.
How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?’ Milkman asked. Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody fly with all that [stuff]. Wanna fly, you got to give up the [stuff] that weighs you down.’ The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.
It's bliss when you give up all that stuff that separates you from other human beings. It's hard, but you break down all that stuff.
