I believe airplanes are meaningful. It really starts at the beginning---at the point when the ground stops moving faster and starts growing smaller. People become little dots; roads become lines etched in the earth; and buildings become shiny bars of chocolate. You can look out for miles and everything is small. Yet, the people, the roads, and the buildings are the exact same size when the plane left the ground and will be the exact same size when it returns. But, for that time spent in the sky, things aren’t the same. Everything and everyone that seemed so enormous and daunting, isn’t anymore. The things that once seemed so overwhelmingly powerful are replaced by tiny specks that fade in the distance. Everything and everyone are seen in perspective.
