Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The sensation of flying is incredible, and it's such a miraculous notion to go into the air and see the world without delineation.
It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.
Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.
There's something just magical about flight. Period.
There's nothing like impending death to rouse you from existential boredom.
It's not lost on me that everyone dies, but some people have a kind of immortality about them, and you can't imagine that they will ever be gone.
The first requisite for immortality is death.
The destination is a happy life, an accomplished life that doesn't end with death but with eternal life.
It's better to think of life as a proper journey with a beginning and an end. Maybe, I can settle for being immortalised on screen.
Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.