The Collective Karma of Flight
Airplanes don't take off because of the laws of physics. That's just a ruse, an easy explanation for a dark secret that one of the Wright brothers stumbled upon. All that talk about curved wings and air pressure is nonsense. No, the airplane is willed into the air.
Observe this on your next flight. The engines gear up, the plane lurches down the runway, and everyone stops what they're doing. Readers look up. Sleepers wake up. Churchgoers pray. Agnostics look indecisive.
It's the collective karma of the plane that gets it into the air. Orville simply had the mojo; Wilbur did not. This fact makes the risks of flight somewhat under your control. On a Monday morning your fellow passengers will be scowling vice presidents. Hear that hissing sound? It's not the adjustable jets of air, my friend. It's the sound of a negative karma vortex, spiraling into the dangerous territory of iced wings and freak turbulence. Tread carefully.
You're better off booking a flight in the hooky hours of the day: 10:30am; 2:15pm. Here you'll find breezy security lines and throngs of vacationers on their way to their Sandals vacation package in Cancun. The earnest working stiffs of the world, positive energy abounding. If you're really lucky, children will be well-represented. They can be a headache, I admit. They knock over the venti that had been perched so precariously on the floor next to your rollaboard. But you must remember that unless they're one of the Hiltons, this is their first flight, maybe their second. Their belief in the miracle is strong, so strong.
Observe this on your next flight. The engines gear up, the plane lurches down the runway, and everyone stops what they're doing. Readers look up. Sleepers wake up. Churchgoers pray. Agnostics look indecisive.
It's the collective karma of the plane that gets it into the air. Orville simply had the mojo; Wilbur did not. This fact makes the risks of flight somewhat under your control. On a Monday morning your fellow passengers will be scowling vice presidents. Hear that hissing sound? It's not the adjustable jets of air, my friend. It's the sound of a negative karma vortex, spiraling into the dangerous territory of iced wings and freak turbulence. Tread carefully.
You're better off booking a flight in the hooky hours of the day: 10:30am; 2:15pm. Here you'll find breezy security lines and throngs of vacationers on their way to their Sandals vacation package in Cancun. The earnest working stiffs of the world, positive energy abounding. If you're really lucky, children will be well-represented. They can be a headache, I admit. They knock over the venti that had been perched so precariously on the floor next to your rollaboard. But you must remember that unless they're one of the Hiltons, this is their first flight, maybe their second. Their belief in the miracle is strong, so strong.
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