Outside of the plane window, the boat lights in the dark night dot the ocean below, just like the stars in the sky above. I think for a second we may be flying upside down. I consider whether we will still get there, flying such, and it seems, to the best of my measurements, that it will make no difference. There is also the fact of gravity, and my being seated, to suggest that those are not stars below. What then? I know only stars to dot the dark void in this way, and they have always been above me. Ah! They are boats. I realize, as what I see is crammed into what I know. Though I would have been perfectly happy to accept that we were flying upside down.

Originally written on: November 16, 2020