My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

Sometimes when you say goodbye, that's the right thing to do in a relationship.

No matter how qualified or deserving we are, we will never reach a better life until we can imagine it for ourselves and allow ourselves to have it.

Reality lies far beyond space and time, and I need to know why.

The airplane is just a bunch of sticks and wires and cloth, a tool for learning about the sky and about what kind of person I am, when I fly. An airplane stands for freedom, for joy, for the power to understand, and to demonstrate that understanding. Those things aren't destructable.

I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.

Perspective - Use It or Lose It. If you turned to this page, you're forgetting that what is going on around you is not reality. Think about that.