Flying Zen continued.

So as I was 30,000 feet in the air, looking down on the majestic earth, it dawned on me how minuscule humans are in the grand scheme of things. Sure, we have impacts on our lives and the lives of others, but what is that compared to the world, or the universe. I knew from flying what having a 'bird's eye view' truly meant. Looking down at the earth, seeing cars commute from one destination to the next and seeing houses resembling a small diorama, it came into focus about how the scale of humans to the universe.

Boundaries faded in the sky for there was only landmass. Rolling hills and verdant forests ran as far as the eye could see. Bodies of water reflecting light as though they were a thousand tiny mirrors.

Also, during flight, I likened the air to the sea. With the exception of the element you are traversing, the sea and the air share the fact that you are completely at their mercy. The ocean is but a sea of water, whereas the sky is an ocean of air. It's truly a beautiful thing.

Oh, Canada!!!

I just took a trip to Toronto, Ontario, Canada and I must say that it is a very nice city. I would even say that if I were to live in a city outside of the US, then this would be it. Diverse and easygoing people are found here a plenty. All in all, I had a great time.

I just want to go ahead and give some observations on a personal level. This isn't about the trip in Toronto, per se, but the trip to Toronto. This was my first time flying and I've always been curious, yet afraid. Then, as my trip date came closer and closer, that fear became anticipation. From there on, anticipation gave way to excitement and excitement then transformed into euphoria. I didn't reach euphoria until I was 33,000 ft. above the ground in the plane.

The funny thing about flying is that when you look down on the Earth, one begins to take into perspective how small humanity is in the scheme of things. Borders are pretty much man made. When traveling on ground, one can see where one state ends and another begins just by looking at the man made sign. However, when flying, there are no borders. There is only landmass. I couldn't tell where Georgia ended and Tennessee began. It was, to say the least, eye opening.

More to come on flying zen....