The Jungian reading
Ascent is transcendence — rising above a constraint, a role, a limitation that has pressed too long. But Jung insisted on reading the whole picture: flight that leaves the earth entirely is inflation, spirit unmoored from body and fact. Struggling to stay airborne mirrors a freedom recently won and not yet secure; serene soaring after a hard period often marks real integration. His test: can you land? The dreamer who can descend at will has gained height; the one who cannot has merely escaped.