Meet Justice

A postscript

Tonight I sit on a large hunk of plastic and steel soaring at 500 miles an hour over a dark Indian Ocean. Although I don’t know where I am, or how to get home, or even who I sit next to, I have service and attention just a button- a call- a nod- away. I am recognized as a customer on this plane. As a citizen. As an educated person of value and opinion and potential. If I fail to get off this plane, people will ask questions. People will want to know what happened and why. People will make phone calls and issue complaints- demand answers. People- hundreds of people- will care.

Outside of this cabin, with its’ artificial twinkling stars and 500 channels of interactive television, sit two billion people stretched out beyond the waters and over the horizon. Two billion people who I don’t know. Two billion people who I don’t care to know. Two billion people who I don’t care about.  read more »

DAY 1 5:58:00 PM MST

International Airspace - In the air over the Pacific Ocean

There's very few times in the journey of life that you can see yourself jump from one chapter to another in a matter of a few minutes right before your eyes. Most days we live in gradual shift; perpetual motion. Most days we spin along with the axis of time, steadily progressing-sliding-crawling towards the milestones we have set to accomplish for ourselves. The deep voice of our heart sits somewhat quietly- only occasionally rising up in a lonely cry of night or the wisp of a daydream.
And we all have learned to accept the place we call normal; the buildings we call work- home- school. Those we call; family- best friends- lovers. Our diversionary recreation at the gym- the local pub- our favorite thrift store. The items essential to my everyday: the coffee maker. My car. Kroger. My favorite pillow.  read more »