When the bees' wax melts, while flying closer to the Sun.......Sometimes, it is Mettle that keeps us aloft, Icarus.......

the reassurances of childhood are thwarted, early in The Game.....as even the Nursery Rhyme:

"Rock a bye baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all." 

 Daedelus reminds.. even infants......of their temporality......thus, lowering their hopeful expectations.    

                         Bronze is more lasting than Plumage.......