Possibilities

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Possibilities are endless

Typed without copying and pasting. September 10th, 2006, 20:38, US Airways Flight 224, somewhere about what I believe to be North Carolina.

Okay, this is going to be one strangely personal post. Kinda what the blog was supposed to be in the first place, before it became a travel-political-than-travel blog again.

Did you ever do things you knew were wrong just to know that you could?

I wonder why it is that we’re so fixated on knowing how far we can go, how high we can jump. So what?

I guess it somewhat gives us something to look up to. To know that we can jump that high again - and perhaps to want to try to jump even higher. Even if you know that it isn’t a good idea - at all...

Okay. So what if the possibilities are endless as I claim (and have typed 9 times in the beginning of this post)? How far does that mean we can/will go? And how deep will we fall until we discover, or rediscover, that we weren’t supposed to in the first place?

And perhaps more importantly, what will make us stop? Morals? Laws? Guilt, as would an islamo-christiano-judeo tradition require? Shame, as Japanese culture would suggest?

I still need to figure that out.

Until then, the feeling that possibilities are endless will be taking me over I guess - for better or for worse.