(written July 14th, flying above Scotland)
Months ago I wrote on perception and the mind’s ability to be anywhere at any time, against the forces of nature and the logical restraints of circumstance. The dreamer’s quest is intrinsic to humanity, and this dream is something we both embrace and reject in our lifetimes. “Tonight I can be in the sky, miles above my bed. I can hover above the pale blue clouds beneath the stars that shine beside our beloved white moon,” I wrote. I envisioned myself soaring with the sapphire stars above a satin blanket of clouds between the earth and myself. Beyond all hope I merely dreamt of a moment in which I was a part of the night sky. Tonight I am writing from a plane coasting above the Atlantic. I do not know the time, but what would the numbers even mean if I knew? As I watch the sun catching up to us, I realize that we have crossed so many time zones and traveled so many hours today that it seems as if the time of day would mean nothing.
It was a simple dream to achieve, to be irrelevant for a moment, but seeing the world illuminated by the sun’s fire from one edge of the earth was spectacularly beautiful, and it was a gentle reminder that dreams come true.