The View From Thirty-Six Thousand Feet Up

The pilot formally announced the desired cruising height was reached. At three hundred and forty knots the plane flew like a cruise missile. As I peered out of my window above cotton cumulus clouds such stunning sights of serene scenes within my musing mind did meld. Blue-grey clouds created an ocean of tranquility and beauty in which islands of snow-like clouds reared up like Matterhorn Mountain. Frosty formations of forests blessed with Amazonian beauty with canopies of white for green punctuated the placid landscape. Like a giant anaconda a waveless river wound its way through the wispy white cloud forest which lined its lush banks on both sides. Towards the West, the setting sun showered smiles of satisfaction on a stunning snow-covered strand stretching out to the horizon. I saw a lofty mountain range Of fluffy white cumulus clouds overlooking a vast ocean with a bow-shaped beach at its base. The images that each one sees as they look down from up above are vast and varied as the sum of grains of sand upon the shore. They are the figments of our mind much like the biases which blind our eyes to those not of our kind, and who in thought we have maligned. If we would only take the risk of getting close to different folks, and learning who they truly are we will very soon discover; that the biases which so blind, and confine us to our own kind, like the images, we soon find are only figments of the mind.