There is little better than a late night flight.
Flying above the clouds. The moon reflecting off the wing of the plane. The line between sky and earth completely shrouded by darkness; indistinguishable.
And then you look up, and there is nothing but black and stars and silence.
Never have I felt more alone and small and insignificant and important and meaningful.
There is so much we have yet to understand.
There is so much yet to come.
I must live for it all.
