Back on the East Coast. 28X bus again. Sunrise. Very groggy. Not yet 4AM in SF. I slept poorly on the plane. Flight was rocky.
Over Nebraska were storm clouds. Terrible flashes. I thought about what would happen if the plane got hit. Pilots lose all control. Plane stumbles into the flat plates of America.
In the last moment, would I be calm? Where would I find faith to hold on to sanity when doom comes and I am all alone?