My day was maximized in the air. Many people today, in fact, spend a good length of time in flight. It never used to be that way. In the days of yore, those seafaring ventures we read about were for the adventurous. I believe Europeans especially took to the vast stretches of ocean purposefully to explore and conquer. “Queen Mary,” “Blue Nose,” and “Titanic” are names of famous and daring vessels that journeyed incredible nautical miles. Of course, there’s the “Mayflower” which brought over the pilgrims to the U.S.’s east coast. The infamous Columbus had his largest of ships, the “Santa Maria.”
It’s all history.
For thousands of years, our indigenous people sported more modest boats—canoe and kayak—and stuck more to rivers and lakes for sustenance purposes—food and travel.
Let’s see now, most of us homo sapiens thrived on land travel and reaping what bounties the soil provided. There never was an account of ancients expending time in the air unless you probe into the stories of aliens, UFO’s, and so forth.
In the Vedas, there are plenty of tales giving accounts of vimanas, aerial devices moved by higher beings from another era. The sky was the destination of mystics, some good and some bad.
That’s mythology, according to some. Or is it history or non-fiction, and still going on?
In any event, my travel in the air was alright, except the middle-aged person behind me, in conversation with fellow passenger, had the foulest tongue. He was a real AIRHEAD.
May the Source be with you!