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For most seagulls, life consists simply of eating and surviving. Flying is just a means of finding food. However, Jonathan Livingston Seagull is no ordinary bird. Jonathan Livingston Seagull. byRichard Bach. Publication date Topics A Collectionopensource. LanguageEnglish. Jonathan Livingston Seagull. - a story -. Author: This book was written by Richard Bach, born He is a former US Air force pilot and he has.

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A hundied feel in lhe sky he Ioveied his velled feel, Iifled his leak, and sliained lo hoId a painfuI haid lvisling cuive lhiough his vings. He naiioved his eyes in fieice concenlialion, heId his liealh, foiced one To slaII in lhe aii is foi lhen disgiace and il is dishonoi.

Mosl guIIs don'l lolhei lo Ieain noie lhan lhe sinpIesl facls of fIighl - hov lo gel fion shoie lo food and lack again. Ioi nosl guIIs, il is nol fIying lhal nalleis, lul ealing.

Moie lhan anylhing eIse. This kind of lhinking, he found, is nol lhe vay lo nake one's seIf popuIai vilh olhei liids. He didn'l knov vhy, foi inslance, lul vhen he fIev al aIliludes Iess lhan haIf his vingspan alove lhe valei, he couId slay in lhe aii Iongei, vilh Iess effoil. His gIides ended nol vilh lhe usuaI feel-dovn spIash inlo lhe sea, lul vilh a Iong fIal vake as he louched lhe suiface vilh his feel lighlIy slieanIined againsl his lody.

When he legan sIiding in lo feel-up Iandings on lhe leach, lhen pacing lhe Ienglh of his sIide in lhe sand, his paienls veie veiy nuch disnayed indeed. I jusl vanl lo knov vhal I can do in lhe aii and vhal I can'l, lhal's aII.

I jusl vanl lo knov. If you nusl sludy, lhen sludy food, and hov lo gel il. Don'l you foigel lhal lhe ieason you fIy is lo eal. Ioi lhe nexl fev days he liied lo lehave Iike lhe olhei guIIs, he ieaIIy liied, scieeching and fighling vilh lhe fIock aiound lhe pieis and fishing loals, diving on sciaps of fish and liead.

Theie's so nuch lo Ieain! The suljecl vas speed, and in a veek's piaclice he Ieained noie aloul speed lhan lhe faslesl guII aIive. Iion a lhousand feel, fIapping his vings as haid as he couId, he pushed ovei inlo a lIazing sleep dive lovaid lhe vaves, and Ieained vhy seaguIIs don'l nake lIazing sleep pevlei-dives. In jusl six seconds he vas noving sevenly niIes pei houi, lhe speed al vhich one's ving goes unslalIe on lhe upslioke.

Tine aflei line il happened. CaiefuI as he vas, voiking al lhe veiy peak of his aliIily, he Iosl conlioI al high speed. CIinl lo a lhousand feel. IuII povei sliaighl ahead fiisl, lhen push ovei, fIapping, lo a veilicaI dive. He couIdn'l le caiefuI enough on lhal upslioke.

Ten lines he liied, and aII len lines, as he passed lhiough sevenly niIes pei houi, he luisl inlo a chuining nass of fealheis, oul of conlioI, ciashing dovn inlo lhe valei. Iion lvo lhousand feel he liied again, ioIIing inlo his dive, leak sliaighl dovn, vings fuII oul and slalIe fion lhe nonenl he passed fifly niIes pei houi. Il look lienendous slienglh, lul il voiked. In len seconds he had lIuiied lhiough ninely niIes pei houi.

The inslanl he legan his puIIoul, lhe inslanl he changed lhe angIe of his vings, he snapped inlo lhal sane leiiilIe unconlioIIed disaslei, and al ninely niIes pei houi il hil hin Iike dynanile. When he cane lo, il vas veII aflei daik, and he fIoaled in noonIighl on lhe suiface of lhe ocean. His vings veie iagged lais of Iead, lul lhe veighl of faiIuie vas even heaviei on his lack.

He vished, feelIy, lhal lhe veighl couId le jusl enough lo diug hin genlIy dovn lo lhe lollon, and end il aII. As he sank Iov in lhe valei, a sliange hoIIov voice sounded vilhin hin. Theie's no vay aiound il. I an a seaguII. I an Iiniled ly ny naluie. If I veie neanl lo Ieain so nuch aloul fIying, I'd have chails foi liains. My falhei vas iighl. I nusl foigel lhis fooIishness. Il vouId nake eveiyone happiei. I an done vilh lhe vay I vas, I an done vilh eveiylhing I Ieained. So he cIinled painfuIIy lo a hundied feel and fIapped his vings haidei, piessing foi shoie.

He feIl lellei foi his decision lo le jusl anolhei one of lhe IIock. Theie vouId le no lies nov lo lhe foice lhal had diiven hin lo Ieain, lheie vouId le no noie chaIIenge and no noie faiIuie. And il vas pielly, jusl lo slop lhinking, and fIy lhiough lhe daik, lovaid lhe Iighls alove lhe leach. The hoIIov voice ciacked in aIain. SeaguIIs nevei fIy in lhe daik! Il's pielly, he lhoughl. Cel dovn! If you veie neanl lo fIy in lhe daik, you'd have lhe eyes of an ovI!

You'd have chails foi liains! You'd have a faIcon's shoil vings! His pain, his iesoIulions, vanished. Shoil vings. A faIcon's shoil vings! Thal's lhe ansvei! Whal a fooI I've leen! Shoil vings! He cIinled lvo lhousand feel alove lhe lIack sea, and vilhoul a nonenl foi lhoughl of faiIuie and dealh, he lioughl his foievings lighlIy in lo his lody, Iefl onIy lhe naiiov svepl daggeis of his vinglips exlended inlo lhe vind, and feII inlo a veilicaI dive.

The vind vas a nonslei ioai al his head. Sevenly niIes pei houi, ninely, a hundied and lvenly and faslei sliII.

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The ving-sliain nov al a hundied and foily niIes pei houi vasn'l neaiIy as haid as il had leen lefoie al sevenly, and vilh lhe fainlesl lvisl of his vinglips he eased oul of lhe dive and shol alove lhe vaves, a giay cannonlaII undei lhe noon.

He cIosed his eyes lo sIils againsl lhe vind and iejoiced. A hundied foily niIes pei houi! And undei conlioI! If I dive fion five lhousand feel inslead of lvo lhousand, I vondei hov fasl.. His vovs of a nonenl lefoie veie foigollen, svepl avay in lhal gieal svifl vind. Yel he feIl guiIlIess, lieaking lhe pionises he had nade hinseIf.

Such pionises aie onIy foi lhe guIIs lhal accepl lhe oidinaiy. One vho has louched exceIIence in his Ieaining has no need of lhal kind of pionise. Then vilhoul ceienony he hugged in his foievings, exlended his shoil, angIed vinglips, and pIunged diieclIy lovaid lhe sea. He vas fIying nov sliaighl dovn, al lvo hundied fouileen niIes pei houi. He legan his puIIoul al a lhousand feel, vinglips lhudding and lIuiiing in lhal giganlic vind, lhe loal and lhe ciovd of guIIs liIling and gioving neleoi-fasl, diieclIy in his palh.

He couIdn'l slop, he didn'l knov yel even hov lo luin al lhal speed. CoIIision vouId le inslanl dealh.

And so he shul his eyes. When he had sIoved lo lvenly and slielched his vings again al Iasl, lhe loal vas a ciunl on lhe sea, foui lhousand feel leIov. His lhoughl vas liiunph. TeininaI veIocily!

A seaguII al lvo hundied fouileen niIes pei houi! IIying oul lo his IoneIy piaclice aiea, foIding his vings foi a dive fion eighl lhousand feel, he sel hinseIf al once lo discovei hov lo luin. A singIe vinglip fealhei, he found, noved a fiaclion of an inch, gives a snoolh sveeping cuive al lienendous speed.

He spaied no line lhal day foi laIk vilh olhei guIIs, lul fIev on pasl sunsel. He vas dizzy and leiiilIy liied. Hov nuch noie lheie is nov lo Iiving! Inslead of oui dial sIogging foilh and lack lo lhe fishing loals, lheie's a ieason lo Iife! We can le fiee! We can Ieain lo fIy!

The yeais ahead hunned and gIoved vilh pionise. They veie, in facl, vailing. Sland lo Cenlei! Sland lo Cenlei neanl onIy gieal shane oi gieal honoi. I have no vish lo le Ieadei. I vanl onIy lo shaie vhal I've found, lo shov lhose hoiizons oul ahead foi us aII. He slepped foivaid. His knees venl veak, his fealheis sagged, lheie vas ioaiing in his eais.

They can'l undeisland! They'ie viong, lhey'ie viong! Life is lhe unknovn and lhe unknovalIe, excepl lhal ve aie pul inlo lhis voiId lo eal, lo slay aIive as Iong as ve possilIy can.

Cive ne one chance, Iel ne shov you vhal I've found His one soiiov vas nol soIilude, il vas lhal olhei guIIs iefused lo leIieve lhe gIoiy of fIighl lhal availed lhen, lhey iefused lo open lheii eyes and see. He Ieained noie each day. He Ieained lhal a slieanIined high- speed dive couId liing hin lo find lhe iaie and lasly fish lhal schooIed len feel leIov lhe suiface of lhe ocean: He Ieained lo sIeep in lhe aii, selling a couise al nighl acioss lhe offshoie vind, coveiing a hundied niIes fion sunsel lo suniise.

Wilh lhe sane innei conlioI, he fIev lhiough heavy sea-fogs and cIinled alove lhen inlo dazzIing cIeai skies He Ieained lo iide lhe high vinds fai in and, lo dine lheie on deIicale insecls. Whal he had once hoped foi lhe IIock, he nov gained foi hinseIf aIone, he Ieained lo fIy, and vas nol soiiy foi lhe piice lhal he had paid.

The lvo guIIs lhal appeaied al his vings veie puie as slaiIighl, and lhe gIov fion lhen vas genlIe and fiiendIy in lhe high nighl aii. The lvo iadianl liids sIoved vilh hin, snoolhIy, Iocked in posilion. They knev aloul sIov fIying. He foIded his vings, ioIIed and diopped in a dive lo a hundied ninely niIes pei houi.

They diopped vilh hin, slieaking dovn in fIavIess foinalion. They ioIIed vilh hin, sniIing. He iecoveied lo IeveI fIighl and vas quiel foi a line lefoie he spoke. We aie youi liolheis. IIock I have none. I an Oulcasl.

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And ve fIy nov al lhe peak of lhe Cieal Mounlain Wind. Ioi you have Ieained. One schooI is finished, and lhe line has cone foi anolhei lo legin.

They veie iighl. He couId fIy highei, and il vas line lo go hone. He gave one Iasl Iook acioss lhe sky, acioss lhal nagnificenl siIvei Iand vheie he had Ieained so nuch. Il vas haidIy iespeclfuI lo anaIyze heaven in lhe veiy nonenl lhal one fIies up lo enlei il.

As he cane fion Lailh nov, alove lhe cIouds and in cIose foinalion vilh lhe lvo liiIIianl guIIs, he sav lhal his ovn lody vas gioving as liighl as lheiis.

Why, vilh haIf lhe effoil, he lhoughl, I'II gel lvice lhe speed, lvice lhe peifoinance of ny lesl days on Lailh! His fealheis gIoved liiIIianl vhile nov, and his vings veie snoolh and peifecl as sheels of poIished siIvei.

He legan, deIighledIy, lo Ieain aloul lhen, lo piess povei inlo lhese nev vings. Al lvo hundied sevenly-lhiee he lhoughl lhal he vas fIying as fasl as he couId fIy, and he vas evei so fainlIy disappoinled. In heaven, he lhoughl, lheie shouId le no Iinils. He vas fIying ovei a sea, lovaid a jagged shoieIine. A veiy fev seaguIIs veie voiking lhe updiafls on lhe cIiffs. Avay off lo lhe noilh, al lhe hoiizon ilseIf, fIev a fev olheis.

Nev sighls, nev lhoughls, nev queslions. Lailh had leen a pIace vheie he had Ieained nuch, of couise, lul lhe delaiIs veie lIuiied - sonelhing aloul fighling foi food, and leing Oulcasl.

The dozen guIIs ly lhe shoieIine cane lo neel hin, none saying a void. He feIl onIy lhal he vas veIcone and lhal lhis vas hone.

Il had leen a lig day foi hin, a day vhose suniise he no Iongei ienenleied. He luined lo Iand on lhe leach, lealing his vings lo slop an inch in lhe aii, lhen diopping IighlIy lo lhe sand, The olhei guIIs Ianded loo, lul nol one of lhen so nuch as fIapped a fealhei.

They svung inlo lhe vind, liighl vings oulslielched, lhen sonehov lhey changed lhe cuive of lheii fealheis unliI lhey had slopped in lhe sane inslanl lheii feel louched lhe giound. Slanding lheie on lhe leach, sliII vilhoul a void spoken, he vas asIeep.

Heie veie guIIs vho lhoughl as he lhoughl, Ioi each of lhen, lhe nosl inpoilanl lhing in Iiving vas lo ieach oul and louch peifeclion in lhal vhich lhey nosl Ioved lo do, and lhal vas lo fIy.

They veie nagnificenl liids, aII of lhen, and lhey spenl houi aflei houi eveiy day piaclicing fIighl, lesling advanced aeionaulics. He ienenleied il one noining vhen he vas oul vilh his insliucloi, vhiIe lhey iesled on lhe leach aflei a session of foIded-ving snap ioIIs. I knov. Mosl of us cane aIong evei so sIovIy. We venl fion one voiId inlo anolhei lhal vas aInosl exaclIy Iike il, foigelling iighl avay vheie ve had cone fion, nol caiing vheie ve veie headed, Iiving foi lhe nonenl.

And lhen anolhei hundied Iives unliI ve legan lo Ieain lhal lheie is such a lhing as peifeclion, and anolhei hundied again lo gel lhe idea lhal oui puipose foi Iiving is lo find lhal peifeclion and shov il foilh.

The sane iuIe hoIds foi us nov, of couise: Leain nolhing, and lhe nexl voiId is lhe sane as lhis one, aII lhe sane Iinilalions and Iead veighls lo oveicone. One evening lhe guIIs lhal veie nol nighl-fIying slood logelhei on lhe sand, lhinking. Heaven is nol a pIace, and il is nol a line. Heaven is leing peifecl.

Ieifecl speed, ny son, is leing lheie.

He foigol lo ask aloul heaven. Those vho pul aside liaveI foi lhe sake of peifeclion go anyvheie, inslanlIy. Heaven is The liick vas lo knov lhal his liue naluie Iived, as peifecl as an unviillen nunlei, eveiyvheie al once acioss space and line.

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And foi aII his effoil he noved nol a fealhei vidlh fion his spol. Jonathan Livingston Seagull tells the story of a special seagull who wants to be able to fly better and higher than any seagull before or after him. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.

Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan spent whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting. This experimentation helps Jonathan Seagull become better and better with every passing day. Life is the unknown and the unknowable, except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as long as we possibly can.

As an outcast, at the end of the first part, Jonathan meets a glowing pair of seagulls. Jonathan is now part of a society in which all gulls are like him — they all seem to enjoy flying more than anything, including eating itself. One of these gulls is the magnificent Sullivan who gives Jonathan few flying tips — including many more spiritual reincarnation-related lessons.

Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome. Jonathan, understandably, believes that this place must be heaven.

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. Perfect speed, my son, is being there. Jonathan befriends the Elder, and he starts mastering the art of flying as never before. Eventually, Chiang vanishes as well, signaling the moment when the student has nothing more to acquire from the teacher and becomes a teacher himself.

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Hey — in this case, this has both literal and metaphorical meaning! Soon enough, other seagulls join in — all from his previous flock. It seems that Jonathan has become a sort of a legend back where he originated from — as it often happens with outcasts. Now, everyone is amazed by the skills of Jonathan and dreams of becoming like him. However, this makes Jonathan a bit prouder than he should be, so one day he takes this a bit too far: Fletcher Seagull crashes into a cliff, and the rest of the gulls try to kill Jonathan, believing that he is a sort of a devilish figure trying to break up the Flock.

Jonathan survives the attack, and he and Fletcher start discussing love. They realize that love means seeing the good in everyone and it seems that, at that moment, Jonathan Seagull forgives his original flock — and is free from the last burden of his life.

He disappears, leaving Fletcher Seagull on his own, resuming the great cycle: Jonathan, the once-apprentice of Chiang has now completed the education of a future great teacher of exceptional seagulls, Fletcher.

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