Wherever You Go, There You Are

Expanding horizons expand my horizons.

Above the buildings
Above the birds
Above the clouds
Above the burbs

I sit in a metal tube hurling through space and time, defying my God given abilities. Thanks to science and ingenuity I enjoy a view that few have seen in the grand scheme of human history. And I put my faith in my ancestors and scientists and mechanics and the power of the human mind - that all is well with Delta flight 319.

When you look down at the Earth at night from an elevated ogle, the electric lights twinkle as stars, and for a brief moment you wonder which way is up. Where is this pilot going to touchdown in this vast array of man made cosmos? Is there a pilot?  Who's in control of this flying death bus?

Transported via aerospace to another reality.
Island hopping through infinity.  
The Earth is our habitat, but home is where the heart is. In our chests lie souls of our ancestors and memories of all beings before us;
our DNA a cosmic soup of evolutionary memoirs.
We are the universe looking back at itself in the mirror of time;
small creatures with big ideas.

Wherever you go, there you are.