It seems like there’s nothing strange or unfamiliar about it – we’ve all (almost all) flown on airplanes. Essentially, the sensations are familiar. And flying a plane is not difficult at all; the process is even much easier than driving a car – no road signs to follow. There’s movement besides you, and you have to take that into account, but it’s almost impossible not to notice a plane you might collide with. And then, you can always stay in touch with the operator. But that’s not the point. Telling how wonderful the sky is is probably unnecessary.
In the sky, there is nothing except beauty, silence, and peace. The kind of peace we lack on Earth. The sky is an incredibly meditative space when you’re alone with it – you begin to realize just how messed up humans are, how tangled up in their own thoughts. In the sky, they don’t exist. In the sky, there is only support, reliability. That is essentially what the Universe, the Cosmos, or God is. It’s what we all are, and what we’d be wise to be toward each other. But instead, as a rule, we are quite the opposite… And it’s so palpable in the sky. This endless space – unimaginably beautiful. It’s all yours, and yet, it’s also wonderfully shared. This is also the transcendence of the sky – it so perfectly expresses the essence of existence – though we’re all physically separate from each other, we’re still all one, all together. The sky is like that – it’s both ours collectively, and for each of us, it’s somehow personal, special, like a friend… And then, there’s that element of freedom. You can fly away. Like a bird. And gravity no longer matters.
In general, after flying, I had a similar kind of reset and mental clearing that happens after swimming. I was quietly driving home, observing all the hustle and bustle on the ground, and it all seemed so strange, so wonderful, so unnecessary… It was a shame the trip was short, but very pleasant. It was transcendent. So, as I was driving, it suddenly came to me again that there’s nothing; everything exists only in my head, including what I know and remember… And it doesn’t matter what experience I’ve had in my life or how it’s affected me. At any moment, I can just take it all, and begin to live this life as if it never held anything I don’t want to keep in it. As Tolle said, my name is like a container in which I keep everything related to me. If I step outside of that container, I can simply start over today. From a clean slate.
And invent everything I want to invent…