Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself. - Pythagoras
I can't say I'm a fan of flying. I wish I were. Today was long and consisted mostly of travel. We chased the sun around the earth. When we left Chicago, we watched the sun setting over the eastern shore of Canada. As we flew over the Western coast of Ireland, we saw the sun rise once more. The clouds obscured our initial view of the Emerald Isle, but they soon vanished as we descended into Dublin. Clouds are like fear. They look real. Solid. But you pass through them eventually. When you do, you taste success. You experience something new.
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