I am not sure when I was first caught by the picture of Icarus by Matisse. I was struck though. Perhaps it was on listening to The Majesty of the Blues by Wynton Marsalis and reflecting on the meaning behind the image on the album. The myth does, however, seem appropriate.
In any inquiry into flights of fancy we must soar somewhere between the sea and the sun. If we fly too close to either we will drift from safety, yet the whole purpose is to fly.
The icarus myth is a continuous reminder to hold within oneself a premise of knowledge humility, lest we become bedazzled by the illusion of actual knowing in the unfolding world of one's own understanding.
May these fragments of reflections serve as breadcrumbs for those making similar inquiries and following parallel paths.
In openness ...