Earning One's Wings

[sdi]

Those [who have died and are of sufficiently pure character] that have got up [to the Moon], however, and have found a firm footing there first go about like victors crowned with wreaths that they call "the feathers of the faithful" [πτερῶν εὐσταθείας], because in life they had made the irrational or affective element of the soul orderly and tolerably tractable to reason.

(Plutarch, On the Man in the Moon XXVIII)

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Maybe those wreaths are made of all those feathers which the angels kindly give us...