Blanton911 said:sweet, my mom's ex boyfriend does aerobatics, which is how i got into the whole flying thing. he would take me up in the decathalon and even teach me how to do loops and some other things. it was the most fun! yeah, i want to get back into it when I have time. Yes, I have soloed. I love being up in the air. At first I was kinda nervous about being in the plane by myself, I like having someone with me even if in silence. Then I realized I was able to be with God and see things from his perspective up there. Great worship time!
Keep an eye on the fuel gauges though.
I know the feeling very well. It's how I made the transition from English major to pilot (and still consider myself an English major that happens to fly). Think of it this way. If you've ever seen or studied rennaiscance paintings you're familiar with the idea of a point of origin from which all lines emerge. Some used very complex series of origins. Likewise I've noticed that those conventional paintings that show the open arms of Christ do much the same thing. The open gesture of friendship His figure gives draws a set of lines that terminate at His center. You notice this with anyone who offers you an embrace. The gesture that they present to you is kind of like an invitation to their center. It's one small piece of why human touch is so important, it's actually a spiritual thing. Likewise, I get an emotional charge out of seeing the lines of a runway terminate at the horizon. It is to me an invitation to the "infinite" if just for a little while. I get to exist in a different way that is somehow spiritually closer to God. No, it's definitely not just the physical height that's there. There's a very significant beauty to it.
But of course I'm always busy and only *really* think about these things when I'm on the ground. To wit: "40... 50... 60... 75, rotate." "Positive rate, gear up." "500feet, throttle back, landing light off." "Roger, 3 november delta going to Departure."
Really busy.
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