The wind beneath your wings

"Who are you?" - I asked.

"The wind beneath your wings!" - He said.

That was convincing. Then I remembered:

"I wasn't born with wings!"

"Yes, I gave you the wings too."

"So you gave me wings and flight too? What do I do then?"

"Flap them a little."

"And?"

"If you keep flapping, I can perch you on the precipice of the point of no return."

I fell silent. Then I asked:

"Why are you doing this?"

He fell silent.