Something happens when you detatch yourself from your planet. You lose something. You lose your connection to the land of living. You’re not dead exactly but your not thriving either. You have chopped yourself off from your community and it is through that community, what you give it and what it gives you, that you know who you are.
When we fly from point A to point Z, we lose points b, c, d and everything in between. That right there is the trouble with flying, and not just the flying that’s done in airplanes. All around us we see people flying here and there, flying from this commitment to that appointment, ears pressed to cell phones, fingertips on the keyboard, eyes glazed over in a 1,000 yard stare. We’re going fast as hell, but where we are heading and what happens when we get there? That’s the question.










