the future lies in Zeppelins

Dismal! Dismal! Here come the pretentious extended metaphors!

Flying over the world you may encounter a rather eclectic group of objects. You could easily confuse them with UFOs or other mysteries of the unknown, but what you are really seeing a reflection of yourself. Of course, if you're quite as quirky or interesting as I hope you are, you are probably blind to these oddities- thus, there you go, another reflection. What these objects really are, therefore, are perspective (or perspectives?).

Clouds are never really clouds from high above- they are not balls of cotton wool either. They are mysterious- enigmas from beyond that haunt you to the extent that you begin to take them for granted. But when they form the dark sinister face that you often see in horror films, BE AWARE! Or so they say. And suddenly, you are aware- aware that the clouds are peculiar objects who are in-flight with you.

Perhaps you may notice the land below you- dark shadows stretching out for miles. But the green and the blue and the brown and the white, and all those intense colours that swoop beneath you are momentary, and constantly so. And those moments collect and form the length of your flight. Each moment that passes, each stretch of land that slips behind is another object, another whisper of a presence that could possibly have not been there at all.

Ah- but maybe you're asleep. Your eyes are shut and you are not flying, but dreaming. Dreaming of not flying, or perhaps dreaming of dreaming? Who knows- maybe you don't even know yourself. But it is obviously safer with your eyes shut, (though very dull for your neighbour who finds themselves staring at a corpse rather than an energetic thoughtful person... Except your neighbour may be a bit of a dull one him/herself

Sometimes it is nice to see things when you're flying. Sometimes it's better to just close your eyes and shut up.