The Aerial View

 

In the last post I was writing about the short tour on the small plane to see the Nazca Lines.

 

It occurred to me that life is like a seat on that plane. 

Each of us has a window seat.

Each one is as special or as ordinary as another.

Each of us can look at the world through the personal window.

Firsthand.

And see the universe.

The universe is the same.

What we make out of what we see is left to us.