The fat clouds will suck you in. Soon, only the instruments would know where to find the earth. Which you'd figure out soon enough anyway, if you fell into a graveyard spin. Sometimes, though, you need to be by yourself. Hidden in the clouds is where I had to be.
Pilots lie to keep passengers from panicking in the cabin.
But only a fool at the yoke would lie to himself. Which is why, I think, I was here. To be alone, to think, to pray. I had a decision to make. Help me, I prayed.