we are small countries orbiting inwardly, intricately smashing into one another.

new york shrinks me. i sit with my head down; let the people of new york fold around me. i see a world of cultures from this chair. i have only to lift my head, look at the faces and hear bits of conversations around me to know, not only how vast and eccentric the world is, but how shallow and insignificant my egotistical world was 10 seconds ago. travel does this.

some plane wisdom:
"But each of us should be striving to reach the center, not the periphery...We should be so constituted that we can at any time be placed in a different position without offering resistance or loosing our heads...The truth is lived, not taught." (Glass Bead Game, Hermann Hesse)