For me,
flying is a bit like faith,
a willful suspension of disbelief.
I’m not afraid, but as I arch over the continent,
thirty thousand feet up, traveling at five hundred miles per hour,
encased in two hundred tons of metal, I know that what I’m doing is impossible
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
For me,
flying is a bit like faith,
a willful suspension of disbelief.
I’m not afraid, but as I arch over the continent,
thirty thousand feet up, traveling at five hundred miles per hour,
encased in two hundred tons of metal, I know that what I’m doing is impossible
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