SECTUAL

I feel like we are all together on a plane.
Staring ahead.
Making small talk.
Getting to know each other a little, but not too much.

Going the same direction, but for different reasons.
The landing gear is down now.  Our ears are popping.

Soon we’ll be on the ground.
 Then it’s off to the baggage claim.
Some brought too much, some not enough.
The lucky ones lost a bag or two.

It’s ok.  All the essentials were in your carry on.

It's okay... I still have all the pics I took of you while you were waiting for your luggage.

The Earth is deceased to hominids, level up, is only where we can exist anymore.
Another level another plane another existence.

Seriously, though.

What is that?
Transition. I know I’m not the only one. The edge of seismic shift.
Blah. Blah...all things are change. But I’m talking real stuff.
Learning things you didn’t want to know.
Not knowing that you were building your toolkit along the way. But you were. In weird modern ways that have the whiff of the eternal in there.

Oops sorry. No more profundity for me.

My auto correct just changed the word “whiff” to WiFi.

Everything sucks again. Nevermind. Jeff Bezos. Avengers Endgame. iPhone 11. The cost of college. Global Warming.

Hook me back up to the machine. Sorry Siri. I blasphemed you. It won’t happen again.

I’m hearing lots of good things about yoga.
Oh, and mindfulness. And micro dosing.
I should thank my employers for health insurance. It is a totally normal system that my employer plays a role in my physical well-being.

It is a great place to work. If I decide to cut off my penis...they’ll pay for it.