There's a beauty in falling down to the earth, burning as your eyes watch from the center of the flame and your life flashes before your eyes. Icarus knew this. He knew that if he got too close to the sun he would crash into the earth as a fiery meteor, yet he did it anyways. Unlike some people think, as he fell he smiled, and he laughed, his arms spread wide open. "Daedalus look at me! I'm free!" is what I assume he yelled as he toppled. There's a beauty in falling, in it all crashing and burning. There's a beauty in crashing when you should be flying, when you should be soaring.