I thought about how we all skim along the surface -- how little we ever know, really know, about each other. Looking down with my forehead pressed against the glass, I contemplated all those lives, just dots, just points of light from a plane window. But behind the points of light, people, real people, who suffered, who were elated, who hoped. I felt a kind of wonder, a kind of distress, a kind of sadness that I would never know them. That I would never sit in their living rooms listening to their stories -- of the important things, the things with meaning, the things that counted. That I would never hear the moments that had changed them, that had made them think differently, that had altered their views of the world.
Distance would separate us, time would separate us, circumstance would separate us. Religion, color, culture, politics and fear would come between us. And we might never meet but for the briefest, most cursory encounters. And we would stay -- all of us -- just skimming,
skimming the surface.
PS. Thank you so much for those of you who voted for My Marrakesh in the Bloggies. I appreciate your support!:-)