Sometimes, Flying Feels Too Godlike To Be

When I Watch Species Other Than My Own, Their Instinct's Wisdom Is What Most Impresses And Disturbs Me.

The Individual Is At The Apex Of His Species' Past, At The Entrance To Its Future.

Life Is A Culmination Of The Past, An Awareness Of The Present, An Indication Of A Future Beyond Knowledge, The Quality That Gives A Touch Of Divinity To Matter.

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?

On A Long Flight, After Periods Of Crisis And Many Hours Of Fatigue, Mind And Body May Become Disunited Until At Times They Seem Completely Different Elements, As Though The Body Were Only A Home With Which The Mind Has Been Associated But By No Means Bound. Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses. You See Without Assistance From The Eyes, Over Distances Beyond The Visual Horizon. There Are Moments When Existence Appears Independent Even Of The Mind. The Importance Of Physical Desire And Immediate Surroundings Is Submerged In The Apprehension Of Universal Values.