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(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(SEAGULLS CHATTERING)

(SCREECHING)

(CAWING)

(BE PLAYING)

* Lost

* On a painted sky

* Where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye

* You may find him

* If you may find him

* There

* On a distant shore

* By the wings of dreams

* Through an open door

* You may know him

* If you may

* Be

* As a page that aches for a word

* Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

* And the one God will make for your day

* Sing

* As a song in search of a voice that is silent

* And the Sun God will make for your way

* And we dance

* To a whispered voice

* Overheard by the soul Undertook by the heart

* And you may know it

* If you may know it

* While the sand would become the stone

* Which begat the spark

* Turned to living bone

* Holy, holy

* Sanctus, sanctus

* Be

* As a page that aches for a word

* Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

* And the one God will make for your day

* Sing

* As a song in search of a voice that is silent

* And the one God will make for your way

Why? Why can't I...

That's not the answer.

I just can't flap my wings fast enough.

Maybe seagulls can't fly faster than 62 miles per hour.

But wouldn't it be great if we could?

I wonder how high I could really fly.

What the world would look like from way up there.

My wings are heavy.

I don't feel steady, I...

(WINGS FLAPPING ERRATICALLY)

(WIND BLOWING)

I didn't fall all the way.

I can do it!

I've got to make it higher than anyone's ever flown before.

I can!

I can see everywhere!

How am I gonna tell them?

How am I gonna say it?

Mother, Father,

I hope you'll understand.

This time you have to.

I've found things that will change our lives.

There's such a world out there.

None of us have ever seen it or felt it.

I've just flown up today

higher than we ever fly,

far above the highest clouds.

But you can see.

I mean, you can see everywhere.

For the first time in my life

I see where we live.

MOTHER: Son, we looked everywhere for you the last few days.

FATHER: The Elders in the Flock are talking about you.

They know you fly off on your own, where we never fly.

They don't understand it. They will not allow it.

JONATHAN: Not allow me to learn? Why?

MOTHER: Oh, I can understand your dreams, Jonathan.

We all dream of better things when we're young.

I'm afraid for you.

I'm afraid of what you're doing.

FATHER: Maybe this isn't the best life, but it's all we know.

Winter's coming.

The Flock must stay together to survive.

We were meant to live the way we live. Accept it.

Take your place. Will you try, Son?

MOTHER: If you don't, we will have all lived for nothing.

JONATHAN: We weren't meant to live this way.

I know you're wrong.

But, I'll try.

(ALL CAWING)

(SCREECHING)

Maybe the secret is fixed wings.

Flap up to 50 and hold the wings still.

I'll bet that's it. 50 and still.

It won't hurt anybody if I try that. Will it?

It won't hurt anybody, take away anybody's freedom

if I just slip out and give it a try.

Nothing to worry about.

Just a very simple thing here.

I'm going to make a simple dive

to 50 miles per hour

and hold the wings steady and go straight on down.

Here we go. This is it.

30, 40,

50.

No!

No! Pull out!

I can't do it. I'll be killed.

What is this?

I'm afraid.

I'm on the right way of doing this, and I'm afraid.

So what are you going to do?

You going to glide around here for the rest of your life without trying?

If you're scared, go back to the Flock

where everyone else is scared, too.

Sixty,

70...

Faster than any seagull has ever...

(EXCLAIMS)

(WIND RUSHING)

(WEAKLY) There's got to be more to life

than fighting for some fish head somewhere.

There's no way around it.

If I was meant to learn so much about flying,

I'd have charts for brains.

If I were meant to fly fast,

I'd have a falcon's short wings,

live on mice instead of fish.

I've got to live with what I am.

I promise this day that I will be a seagull

(RESIGNEDLY) like every other seagull.

* Dear

* Jonathan

* Dear

* Jonathan

Does my life end here?

I can't believe that.

I wasn't born to drown in this ocean.

I can die here or I can force myself to fly.

It's in me.

It's in me!

I've got to try.

I've got to get back home.

(DEAR FATHER PLAYING)

* Dear

* Son

* Dear Son

* Dear Son

* Dear Father

* We dream

* We dream

* We dream

* While we may

* While we may

At last I can stop thinking, for once in my life.

Just stop thinking

and fly towards the lights in the dark.

Dark?

Seagulls never fly in the dark!

Get down!

If you were meant to fly in the dark,

you'd have the eyes of an owl.

You'd have charts for brains!

You'd have a falcon's short wings!

(WIND WHISTLING)

A falcon's short wings!

I dive on the wingtips only!

(WIND HOWLING)

Why didn't I think?

Short wings!

Short wings!

* Dear Father

* We dream

* We dream

* We dream

* While we may

* While we may

Faster than any seagull anywhere! Ever!

I'll teach the others! I'll show the Flock how!

I did it!

* Who are we

* to need?

* We need

* We need

* While we wait

* While we wait

It works.

Short wings all controlled, it works!

(SEAGULLS CAWING) I must have hit 170 in the dive.

And that was just a short dive.

What will I hit if I dive from 10,000 feet!

I'm going to roll in, fold the wings, just the tips out in the air.

Take her straight down just like last night

and we'll see just how fast a seagull can fly.

(WIND RUSHING) One-eighty! 190!

Oh, God! The Flock!

(SEAGULLS CAWING IN ALARM) Look out!

The Elders!

The whole Flock!

They believe me now!

They finally understand!

ELDER: (ECHOING) Jonathan Livingston Seagull,

you have been called here to be judged in the sight of your Flock.

Jonathan Gull, for your reckless flying,

for refusing to join the Flock to which you were born,

for turning your back upon the traditions

of your Flock assembled here...

JONATHAN: I haven't turned my back.

I want to share what I've found with all of you.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull, you do not live as we live.

You do not fly as we fly.

You do not believe

as we believe.

You will learn that life is the unknown

and the unknowable.

We are put into this world to survive any way we can,

as long as we can.

I don't believe that.

Jonathan Seagull, the brotherhood is broken.

Never again will you see any of your Flock.

Never again will you have the protection of your Flock.

You are henceforth

and forever

outcast!

Outcast?

MOTHER: Jonathan... FATHER: Why, Jonathan? Why?

(SURF ROARING)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(LONELY-LOOKING SKY PLAYING)

* Lonely-looking sky Lonely sky Lonely-looking sky

* And being lonely makes you wonder why

* Makes you wonder why

* Lonely-looking sky

* Lonely-looking sky

* Lonely-looking sky

* Lonely-looking night Lonely night Lonely-looking night

* And being lonely never made it right

* Never made it right

* Lonely-looking night

* Lonely-looking night

* Lonely-looking night

* Sleep

* We sleep

* And we

* may dream

* While we may

* Dream

* We dream

* For we may wake

* One more day

* One more day

* Glory-looking day Glory day Glory-looking day

* And in its glory Told a simple way

* Behold it if you may

* Glory-looking day

* Glory-looking day

* Oh, lonely-looking sky

(WIND HOWLING)

No. This is not your sky.

This is my sky!

My sky!

(HAWK SCREECHING)

(BOTH SCREECHING)

(JONATHAN YELPS)

(HAWK SCREECHING TRIUMPHANTLY)

(CRUNCHING)

Stay out! My sky!

(HAWK'S SCREECH ECHOING)

I will fly where a seagull has never flown before.

I will see every land, every ocean.

I will know all there is to know of this life.

(ROARS)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(HORSE NICKERING)

(COYOTE HOWLING)

(DEAR FATHER PLAYING)

* Dear Father

* We dream

* We dream

* We dream

* While we may

* Who are we

* to need?

* We need

* We need

* While we wait

* While we wait

JONATHAN: (WEAKLY) Who are you?

SEAGULL 1: Hello, Jonathan.

We're from your new Flock.

We're your brothers.

We've come to show you a higher place.

I don't have any Flock.

I'm old, I'm tired, I can't fly any higher.

SEAGULL 2: But you can, Jonathan, for you have learned.

One school is finished and it is time for another to begin.

Oh.

I see.

(ANTHEM PLAYING)

* Sanctus

* Kyrie

* Sanctus Kyrie

* Kyrie Gloria

* Gloria Holy, holy

* Holy

* Gloria

* Sanctus

* Kyrie

* Sanctus Kyrie

* Kyrie Gloria

* Gloria Holy, holy

* Holy

* Gloria

Am I an outcast here, too?

MAUREEN: Jonathan, we've come to take you home.

It's time to begin.

JONATHAN: (GROGGILY) I don't know quite where I am.

Have I slept a long time?

Only for a short while.

I'm Maureen, your instructor here.

We're going to learn together.

Maureen.

Your name came into my mind even before you said it.

Welcome home.

Home?

I've never been here before.

Maybe not. Feels like home, though, doesn't it?

Everything feels different.

Where is everybody?

Why aren't there more of us here?

The only answer I can see, Jonathan,

is that you were pretty well a one-in-a-million bird.

Most of us came along ever so slowly.

We went from one world into another

that was almost exactly like it.

Forgetting right away where we'd come from,

not caring where we were headed.

Living for the moment.

Do you have any idea how many lives we must've gone through

before we even got the first idea

that there is more to life than eating or fighting or power in the Flock?

Many lives, Jon.

And then other lives to learn that there is such a thing as perfection.

And others again, to finally get the idea that our purpose for living

is to find that perfection

and show it forth.

But you, Jonathan, learned so much at one time

that you didn't have to go through a hundred lives to reach this one.

My life back there, I don't remember very well.

Everything's blurred, I...

(SIGHS) All those years.

Cast out? Alone?

Yes.

But, it was a fine life.

Didn't you say you know me from somewhere?

I believe there were many somewheres.

I know what it is to speak, to feel,

and never to be heard.

Can I really learn to fly without limits?

Maybe you'll find something

that will mean even more to you than flying without limits.

To learn what perfection really is.

Let's try some real flying now.

You're adjusting very well to your new body, and to the air here.

It's almost time for you to meet the Elders here.

I don't want to see an Elder as long as I...

Well...

(MAUREEN CHUCKLES)

Are you afraid to say, "live"?

Have you ever felt more alive? Happier?

No, that's just the point, I...

I don't want any Elder telling me what I can't do.

This is your new Flock, Jonathan.

JONATHAN: What was that? Maureen?

Look up there!

MAUREEN: Oh, I was afraid he'd gone away.

Jonathan, that's Chiang.

Not bad for a feeble old Elder.

Maureen, I never saw anyone fly like that.

Good evening, Maureen. Jonathan.

Good evening, Chiang.

Hello, sir. It's an honor to meet you.

The honor is mine, Jonathan Seagull.

Maureen, he learns well?

MAUREEN: A little impatient is all.

He knows everything I know

and more now.

Maureen, how can you say that?

I have so much to learn.

You know so much more than I.

Jonathan, you know it now.

You still need to practice smoothness and patience,

but you know the flying very well.

I still have questions.

CHIANG: Ask whatever you want.

I, well...

Chiang, this world isn't Heaven at all, is it?

Where we are now,

it isn't Heaven at all.

CHIANG: Who said it was? Heaven isn't a place.

Heaven's perfection.

Wouldn't you think?

And we don't go there, as much as we express it.

Does that sound true to you?

Yes.

I suppose.

You're a very fast flyer.

Well, I enjoy traveling quickly,

but I don't like limits.

I want to fly faster than I can now

and higher and learn more.

I can fly 276 miles per hour now. Level.

That's pretty fast, but it's not fast enough.

Don't ask me why, but it just isn't fast enough.

CHIANG: What is fast enough, Jonathan,

you who are impatient to be perfect?

What is perfect speed?

Well...

Perfect speed.

A thousand miles per hour?

That's a limit.

A million miles an hour?

That's a limit.

Speed of light?

That's a limit, too. They're all limits.

Perfect speed, my son, isn't moving fast at all.

Perfect speed

is being there.

CHIANG: So...

JONATHAN: Maureen, did you see that?

He says we can all learn that

whenever we want to learn it.

The next life, maybe.

CHIANG: It is not so difficult, Jonathan, once we understand.

JONATHAN: I want to understand. Now. What does it feel like?

How far can you go?

CHIANG: To any place,

to any time

that you wish to go.

I've gone everywhere and every-when I can think of.

After a while, one begins to think

that space and time are not quite real.

JONATHAN: Can you teach me to fly like that?

Of course, if you want to learn.

Yes, I want! When can we start? I'll do anything!

Maureen, did you see... I've got to learn!

How do you do it? I mean...

First, you let your teacher get a word in edgewise.

I'm sorry, Chiang.

It's just that all my life...

I can't explain it. I've had this need to know.

CHIANG: To fly as fast as thought

to anywhere that is now,

or ever has been

or ever will be,

you begin by knowing

that you've already arrived.

(CONFUSED) I beg your pardon?

I am already there on that highest peak.

I am not limited by any body.

I am not limited by space.

I am not limited by time.

I am a perfect expression of freedom, here and now.

All right, here I go.

I am going right...

now!

Now!

Now?

MAUREEN: Jonathan? Can I bring you anything?

No. Nothing.

I have to do this.

I don't care how long I have to stand here, I will do it.

CHIANG: Would you like to take a break?

Good evening, sir, I...

I'm concentrating as hard as I can, I just can't get it.

Jon, you don't need faith.

You don't need faith to fly.

You need to understand flying, don't you?

To learn certain facts about things you cannot see.

This is just the same.

I am a perfect expression of freedom and flight.

Why am I thinking that way?

This isn't some ritual. Real is real.

I really am a perfect idea.

It works!

It really works!

CHIANG: Well, of course it works, Jonathan.

It always works when you know what you're doing.

Now, about your control.

Well, it's different anyway.

We're trapped in here!

There's no way out of here!

Jonathan, there's a way out.

Oh, yes.

But why did I come here at all?

Like attracts like.

Wherever your thought is, that is where your body is going to be

sooner or later.

You're just learning to do it sooner.

Did you want to be walled away to think this over?

Here you are. Try it again.

And hold your thought on something you've always loved.

I know things I love, but I'm not sure.

Do it. I'm with you.

I have always liked stars.

It is a fine view. And a good place to be alone.

But so much of love is giving, don't you think?

Sharing the very best you know

with someone who's trying to learn.

Try it again, and this time think, "giving".

No special names or place.

Just think love and see where you turn up.

Oh. Ready?

Anytime.

(SEAGULLS CAWING) What's this? What's happening?

My old Flock! I don't love them!

Don't you, Jonathan?

Well...

I always did want to give them

what I'd learned about flying,

if that's what you mean by love, but

I never found the way.

When the time is right for you to give to them,

nothing can keep it from happening.

When it's wrong, nothing can make it be.

I can't see how that can ever happen.

Don't worry about it.

Try it once more now.

Think love

and being in the place that's right for you to be now.

Oh. Hello, Maureen.

Hello, Jonathan.

CHIANG: The time's come for me to leave you.

There are others I must help.

And there is more for me to learn.

You can't leave now. I've only begun.

Jonathan Seagull, someday you will know

how long ago your flight began

and how great a journey you have traveled.

Now you are ready to begin the most difficult

and the most powerful journey of all.

You are ready to fly up

and know the meaning of kindness and love.

Jonathan, you were born to be a teacher,

to give the truth to anyone struggling to break out of his limits.

It is important

to give what you have found

as a gift to whomever will accept it.

Chiang, I know I'll see you again.

Of course you will,

and, Jonathan,

keep working on love.

MAUREEN: What's the matter?

JONATHAN: How much more I would've known,

if someone like Chiang had come along the day I was an outcast.

What a different life I would have had.

What a different life the Flock back there would've had.

Maureen, I have to go back.

We're always parting.

We're always saying goodbye.

I know you don't want me to go.

I know my old Flock doesn't care what flying is.

They don't care about learning.

They don't care about looking beyond what they see with their eyes, but,

Maureen, there's got to be somebody in that time who cares.

Jonathan, go with my love.

Maureen, goodbye for now.

I love who you are, Jonathan.

(ALL CAWING)

ELDER: Fletcher Lynd Seagull,

you were born to us, but you are not part of us.

You cry against the Flock and against the Law.

You ask questions answered a thousand years ago.

You do not wish the protection of the Flock.

And you shall not have it.

You are henceforth

and forever

outcast!

I don't want your protection.

You're gonna wish you never...

All your henceforth and forever.

It's not gonna be me who needs protection.

It's not gonna be me!

I don't care what they say.

There's one hell of a lot more to flying

than just flapping around from A to B.

A mosquito can do that.

One little barrel roll around the Elder

to show him what's possible...

I'm outcast!

Can't they see?

Can't they think of the glory it'll be

when we really find out how to fly?

Damn the Flock.

I'll be outlaw all right.

Outlaw like they never saw before.

I'll make them so sorry.

JONATHAN: Don't hurt them, Fletcher Seagull.

FLETCHER: Who are you?

In casting you out,

the other gulls have only hurt themselves.

And one day they will know this

and one day they will see what you see.

Forgive them and help them understand.

(STAMMERING) I don't understand.

Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want to learn to fly?

Do you want to fly so much that you will forgive the Flock?

And learn?

And go back to them one day and help them know?

I do!

Then, Fletcher, let's begin

with level flight.

We're all outcasts.

We're all friends.

We're learning to fly just for the fun of it.

Take your time.

Your whole body from wingtip to wingtip

is nothing more than your thought itself

in a form you can see.

Break the chains of your thought,

and you break the chains of your body, too.

(SKYBIRD PLAYING)

* Skybird, make your sail

* And every heart will know of the tale

* And head for the farthest shore

* Songbird, make your tune

* For none may sing it just as you do

* And make your song be heard

* Look at the way I glide

* Caught on the wind's lazy tide

* Sweetly how it sings

* Rally each heart at the sight of your silver wings

* Skybird

* Skybird

* Nightbird, find your way

* For none may know it just as you may

* Seek out your harbor of light

* Let your song be heard

* Rally each heart at the sight of your silver wings

* Skybird

JONATHAN: That's fine, Fletcher. Judy Lee.

Fly it nice and loose until you get used to formation flying.

We'll just go on practicing

and you can slide in closer whenever you feel like it.

Fletcher, it's time to go.

Time to go where, Jonathan?

Back to the Flock.

We have a gift to give.

But we're not ready! We're not welcome.

Jonathan, we're outcast.

We can't force ourselves where we're not welcome, can we?

And it's the Law of the Flock!

JONATHAN: We're free to go where we wish and to be what we are.

Why should we bother with the Flock?

Seagulls are the laziest, dirtiest, most vicious...

Suspicious, clumsiest...

A seagull hardly knows how to walk.

But don't you see, Fletcher?

A seagull wasn't made to walk.

He was made to fly,

and when he learns to fly,

he's the purest, loveliest, most graceful creature alive.

True for you, true for me, true for all the Flock.

We can soar free across the sky

but how often we don't want to.

That's the gift we can give

to help those who want to learn

find what they love to do.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

ELDER: It is the Law of the Flock

that an outcast never returns!

Anyone who follows them,

anyone who listens to them,

anyone who turns his back on the Flock,

will be outcast, too!

JONATHAN: I only wish to share what I've learned.

The very simple fact that it is right for a gull to fly,

because freedom is the very nature of his being.

Whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside.

We don't need ritual and superstitions to live.

ELDER: The Law of the Flock decides!

JONATHAN: Do you speak of Law?

Is it the Law which decrees we must fight among ourselves

just to feed on garbage?

It can't be!

The only true Law is that which sets us free.

There can be no other.

SEAGULL: How can you expect us to fly as you fly?

You are special and gifted and divine,

above other birds.

JONATHAN: Look at Fletcher, Charles-Roland, Judy Lee.

Are they also special and gifted and divine?

No more than you are. No more than I am.

The only difference, the very only one,

is that they have begun to understand what they really are.

And have begun to practice it.

SEAGULL: What if we could fly like that?

ELDER: They're outcasts. Ignore them.

(SEAGULLS CLAMORING) Don't listen to him. Ignore him!

Ignore them. Ignore them all. They're outcasts.

Anyone who looks upon an outcast

breaks the Law of the Flock!

Ignore them! Ignore him.

JONATHAN: Each of us finds and follows what we most love to do,

no matter what others think.

And this brings us automatically to discover more of who we really are.

There's a law there, a principle

like aerodynamics,

that simply does not fail.

You can count on it.

Help me.

Hello, Kirk Maynard.

I want to fly more than anything in the world. Please!

We can start learning right now.

You don't understand.

My wing.

I can't move my wing.

Kirk Maynard, you have the freedom to be yourself, your true self,

here and now,

and nothing can stand in your way.

Are you saying I can fly?

SEAGULL: Kirk Maynard can't fly. He was born crippled.

He's never been off the ground.

JONATHAN: You're free, Kirk Maynard.

Fly!

Fly!

I can fly.

I can fly!

Listen, I can fly.

I can fly!

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

BOY SEAGULL: This Fletcher says he'll come right down here in front of us

at 200 miles an hour.

Just to prove it.

If he can learn it,

I can learn it.

GIRL SEAGULL: I'll believe it when he shows us how.

BOY SEAGULL 2: I'm sorry, I just don't believe it.

A normal seagull like you and me

is not meant to fly at 200 miles an hour.

WOMAN SEAGULL: Somewhere up there Fletcher's flying.

I've known him since he was your age.

I'm afraid, Mother, I wanna go with you.

Stay here.

I want you safe.

FLETCHER: Here we go.

They won't believe it till they see it with their eyes.

Till we prove it especially for them.

BOY SEAGULL 1: Listen, we should be able to hear him.

(SEAGULLS MURMURING)

Quiet, I think I hear him.

I'm ready.

(WIND GUSTING)

BOY SEAGULL 1: Here he comes!

GIRL SEAGULL: Do you believe now?

Mother! Mother! Where are you?

BOY SEAGULL 2: Look at that baby bird! He's in Fletcher's way!

He'll get killed!

(WIND HOWLING)

(THUD)

(FLETCHER GROANING)

FLETCHER: I had to.

I would have hit him.

But why?

JONATHAN: The trick, Fletcher,

is that we're trying to overcome our limitations in order. Patiently.

We don't go flying through rock

until a little later in the program.

Jonathan!

Also known as the Son of the Great Gull?

What are you doing here?

The cliff...

There was a baby gull gliding down.

Haven't I...

Didn't I die?

Oh, Fletcher, come on, think.

If you're talking to me now,

then obviously you didn't die, did you?

You merely changed your level of thinking

rather abruptly.

It's your choice now.

You can stay here and learn on this level,

which is quite a bit higher than the one you left, by the way,

or you can go back and keep working in the Flock.

The Elders were hoping for some kind of disaster,

but they're startled that you would oblige them so well.

I want to go back to the Flock.

Of course!

There's a new group...

I haven't even begun.

You're sure you wouldn't rather stay?

Let's get going.

All right, Fletcher.

Remember what we were saying

about our body being nothing more than thought itself?

(FLETCHER MOANS)

Fletcher.

Fletcher?

(SEAGULLS GASPING)

It's true.

Jon, I'm beginning to see.

(SEAGULLS CLAMORING)

He's alive!

GIRL SEAGULL: He touched him with a feather.

Brought him to life!

SEAGULL 2: He is the Son of the Great Gull.

ELDER: It's a trick! Don't listen to him!

He's a devil!

He's the devil!

He is the devil. He is the devil!

(SEAGULLS CLAMORING)

ELDER: I tell you he is the devil!

He can destroy us all!

He can destroy the Flock!

Kill him!

ELDER: Kill him!

(SEAGULLS CLAMORING)

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Would you feel better if we left? Huh?

FLETCHER: They wanted to kill us!

How'd we get away?

Like everything else, Fletcher, practice.

I don't understand.

The Flock was gonna kill us. Our own Flock!

Why?

Remember what you said about loving the Flock enough

to return to them and help them live?

They wanted us dead.

They're a mob, they're killers.

How can you love them?

You don't love hatred and evil, of course.

You have to practice and see the good in every one of them

and help them see it in themselves.

That's what we mean by love.

It's fun

when you get the idea of it.

I remember a fierce, young bird, for instance.

Fletcher Lynd Seagull, his name.

Just been made outcast, ready to fight the Flock to the death,

getting a start on building his own bitter Hell out on the Far Cliffs.

And here he is today building his own Heaven instead

and leading the whole Flock in that direction.

Me? Leading?

You're the instructor here.

You can't leave us.

Don't you think there might be other Flocks, other Fletchers

that need an instructor now more than this one?

But me, Jon?

I'm just a plain seagull and you're...

JONATHAN: Oh, yes, yes, yes, I know.

The only Son of the Great Gull, I suppose.

Fletcher, you don't need me anymore.

All the younger ones in the Flock,

and some of the others, too, are ready to follow you now.

All you need is to keep finding the real, unlimited Fletcher Seagull.

He's your instructor.

And don't let them spread silly rumors about me

or try to make me some sort of a god, will you, Fletcher?

I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe.

Jonathan!

We both have learned what we were meant to learn

in our time together, Fletcher.

That the way to find perfection and love is within us.

Look with your understanding.

Find out what you already know.

Use it, Fletcher.

Teach it, show it forth.

And you'll know the way to fly.

(BE PLAYING)

* Lost

* On a painted sky

* Where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye

* You may find him

* If you may find him

* There

* On a distant shore

* By the wings of dreams

* Through an open door

* You may know him

* If you may

* Be

* As a page that aches for a word

* Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

* And the one God will make for your day

* Sing

* As a song in search of a voice that is silent

* And the Sun God will make for your way

* And we dance

* To a whispered voice

* Overheard by the soul Undertook by the heart

* And you may know it

* If you may know it

* While the sand would become the stone

* Which begat the spark

* Turned to living bone

* Holy, holy

* Sanctus, sanctus

* Be

* As a page that aches for a word

* Which speaks on a theme that is timeless

* And the one God will make for your day

* Sing

* As a song in search of a voice that is silent

* And the one God will make for your way