Sidenote

There is so much in the world that hasn’t been touched by man. From my window seat 24F; I can see this beautiful series of clouds all around the aircraft, going on for infinity. At infinity they meet an equally stunning looking sky that is colored in a vibrant gradient of blues. It seems like you can actually walk on them. That would be great, wouldn’t it? We could jump around and say hi to passengers on aircrafts and bathe in the sunlight. At night we could look at the thousands of lights originating from the places that man has been able to touch – those droplets of civilization spread across the vastness of the third planet of a moderately sized solar system of a smallish galaxy.

And probably there are places within our hearts and minds, places just like these infinite realms of clouds, that are away from our grasp, that defy our commands and are untouched by the impurity and practicality of civilization. They live a life of their own, concealed by the hardened shell of urban existence. But every once in a while they take over our actions, so overwhelmingly so that our regular conscience is left as a bystander wondering where did that come from.

In that way, there is some innocence in all of us.