Why do humans love to fly? Why did we invent the airplane? Not because it was easy. Not because it was a smooth user experience like some random app. Not because we wanted fast transport.
But because of the feeling of free flight. Flying like a bird fascinates us, because it grabs the body and catapults it violently upwards. Because you can feel the wind in your face and the force under your wings. Because it softly raises mind and body in the first moment, and batters with nose dive and bank in the next. Nothing there is restrained, or virtual, or "maybe". There is just you and the storm. That's something you can smell and feel and taste. And when you return to earth, you're not the same because you have been there. You have seen it. Fluglicht.