It does not feel like I am on an airplane, but on a spacecraft. The darkness around me creates an illusion that I am traveling in space across galaxies. Above the flight, the stars in their twinkling glory. Below, clouds with night-lit cities under them, or dusty nebulae giving birth to new stars. It is a strange experience. I have never seen stars from a plane window, not that I remember of. The number of stars I saw last night was also something of a rarity. I saw a denser patch in the sky, a cloud of stars - was it Milky Way?
This makes me realize that I am a tiny part of the existence, and my own existence is not a miracle - but the contemplation of the existence by a part of itself - me - is. As the saying would go, 'brain' is the only part of human body which named itself. The human brain, with its capability of contemplating itself and of its efforts to understand the existence, still has a long distance to travel - across the boundaries of space, time and of newer concepts beyond its current imagination - beyond stars, across galaxies, through nebulae and may be into existence's own idea of existence.
