The horizon melted away. A canoe could’ve floated over the very same water of the deep blue-sea. The Smelter piled the elements into heaps of sky and let the furnace flourish. You can see the copper tinted glory with iron gravity. Deep into the cosmic chaos the blend of visions moved me. As I sat down on my economy window 21A seat, I was able to flow with nothingness; the void of calamity that inspires emotions.

I was away during this moment, floating mindlessly with the clouds. I let loose the reigns of conciousness. The concious mind can be intrusive, imposing at times. But when flowing with nature—even from the pressurized atmosphere of an aircraft—, you cannot help but be lured into the vortex of inspiring imagery. It was an oceanic feeling. A totality that became a vacant stare. For an instant I wandered on the cotton-fields of heaven.