The Grand Flight to Hawaii.

The picture is of the lily that greets me randomly in the morning. For weeks it is rolled up tight then all of a sudden, for no discernible reason, it blossoms forth in all its glory. Maybe it's related to all the earthquakes that have been going on around the world.
The paper has been read. The funny papers were in color so it must be Sunday but the 49ers aren't on the electric TV. The war in Afghanistan goes on and the war in Iraq has been privatized. Heath care reform is i trouble and there is no effort to turn global warming around. Jose always talked of retiring to the Virgin Islands (for obvious reasons), my goal is to make the Grand Flight to Hawaii in a light plane for more obtuse reasons. Maybe it's time.
But not yet. I've started to re-read the book hidden dimensions so I will understand it better and then I have to re-read The Elegant Universe about string theory one more time. Thence back to The Holographic Universe which posits that what we see, feel and other wise experience exists as a giant hologram. The book was written in 1980 and the author Michael Talbot died in the 90's at a young age. But he explained the possibility of paranormal events as a science as well as being an excellent primer on holograms. If I feel it's still not time for the Grand Flight after that I'll re-read The Tao of Physics, which I should anyway. Then there's the possibility of re-reading Michu Kaku's books on black holes and parallel universes.
All that is far enough in the future that I don't have to concern myself regarding my commitment not to fly again.
Reading about the cosmos reminds me that we're all on this flight together.
Dick