 And it would begin to fall down the crevice. And to the little eagle eyes, it must have looked as if this were the end. And just before it would crash, the mother eagle would swoop under it, carry it up into the sky, and repeat the process until it had learned to fly. And the symbol of our nation is not the lion. It's not the serpent. The symbol of our nation is the eagle flying upwards and onwards beyond the hid bottom of eternity up, up to God.