It is the way it sees, looks, believes. The way its nictitating membrane gapes and absorbs the surroundings. Gazing at the nucleus of its land it prepares for its elemental flight. Born with a predisposition of aeronautics and aviation, gift or a curse? Avoiding its nature will tamper with the norm, its prophesied fate will be turned. Deviating will make it abnormal, a pariah, a persona non grata.