Planes are thinking machines, especially low class ones. You have nothing to do but watch the clouds and ponder the things and people close to you. I levitated above the earth the other, I was going 600 M/H but it felt like I was standing. You senses mislead you, they always have and they always will.

Sometimes you have to question whether you're flying or falling. Do you know where you're going? First off, do you remember how you got there? I know I don't. I don't know any of those answers, I can't tell if the decisions I'm making are the right ones. I don't know how I got to where I am, what if I could have made better decisions than I did? And where I'm I trying to go? In the end where do I want to end up? Do I even know?

No.