On Flying:

There’s a distraction of the soul that pulls our selves in many directions. The gravitational pull on the physical form which frightens our minds into knowledgeable excellence. We excel. We enlighten. We discover the world and ourselves once again from the very nature from which it was initally extracted. The world seems small and cloud cover passes in blocks of thunderous white.
Poof!
The world is white.
Shlooo…
The world is small again.
Poof! 
The world is whilte.
Shlooo….

And thus the experience continues.

Then the descent. Yawning and chewing as the pressure consumes the physical form once again and the ears pop and the brain aches and the joints and bones sink deeply into their soft surrounding tissue. To be that connected. To have an understanding of impact on each minute level.

And then not to crash.