I am in the midst of constructing a long and detailed lawsuit against airports. There is this theory ( well its my theory) that the real reason airports are in business is because they entrap victims.
There is this scene in The Lightning Thief, a Percy Jackson story, when the main character along with his handy sidekicks end up in “The Lair of The Lotus Eaters”. It is based of an old greek myth about these women who lured people into their lair with entertainment. After they had contained the victim, they fed them lotus petals that acted like a hallucinogen and kept the victims from ever realizing the passage of time.
The characters ate cookies shaped like lotus flowers and accidentally spent six days in a huge casino with endless entertainment.
I found out later that this story applies to another place as well: the airport. They lure us into their lair and then trap us for hours. Conniving us and forcing us into spending a heinous amount of money on obscenely expensive airport food and lack of exercise.
At the same moment, they conveniently took away all of your fluids so that you must spend money if you want to eat. Then they trap you and eventually tell you that your flight is cancelled, and you just wasted your time for nothing. Sometimes I wonder if airports just delight in ruining my day. Even to the point when I become incessantly frustrated with the entire enterprise and wish that they could come up with some way to solve the innumerable problems they inevitably have faster than they do right now.
Yet, I have to admit that I am fascinated and dazzled by flying. Maybe I am disillusioned to the ones who fly planes and the organization that pays them, but flying above the clouds produces different thoughts than I would ever experience when on solid ground. Like this one:
While in the plane I happened to look out of my window and stare at the clouds. This is not unusual especially since I happen to love clouds. I looked at them and thought, “Clouds are so weird. They look so pathetic. They can’t do anything except soil open, they lay around all day and passively get pushed to and fro by whatever wind passes them. They form shape they cannot control, and they really do not seem to have any purpose. At the same time, what about how much power in inside something that can make its bed in mid flight? Even birds must come down and rest in trees. Clouds do not. The form and reform and build castles of white, parapets of snow, t. They change the weather and make an unbearably hot day bearable. Then, they spontaneously combust and produce more torrential rainfall than anything else. Then, they explode in a light show as they become the seeds to the most powerful electric phenomena in nature.”
After that I promptly saw a cloud and thought it looked likee it was giving birth. Yeah, that’s my brain for you.
Don’t we have things like this every day in our lives? Something that seems completely pathetic and pointless, and yet that weakness in our lives becomes the seed for the most powerful skill and strength in our life.
Hazel Tells Laverne
Katharyn Machan Aal (b. 1952)