Fletcher turned to his instructor, and there was a moment of fright in his eye. Me leading? What do you mean, me leading? You�re the instructor here. You couldn�t leave!... You�re the instructor here. You couldn�t leave!...

...Jonathan sighed and looked out to sea. You don�t need me any longer. You need to keep finding yourself, a little more each day, that real, unlimited Fletcher Seagull. He�s your instructor. You need to understand him and to practise him.

A moment later Jonathan�s body wavered in the air, shimmering and began to go transparent. Don�t let them spread silly rumours about me, or make me a god. O.K. Fletch? I�m a seagull. I like to fly, maybe...

Jonathan Livingston Seagull
by Richard Bach

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