Sometimes you gotta do what ‘cha gotta do, I suppose.
But there are times in which it can be a magical, near transcendental experience. I speak of the sight of a foreign sun rising over a vast and complex ocean. I speak of following the moon in a way humans were never designed to do on their own accord. Has one ever felt the same after seeing the curvature of the Earth? I think not!
No less magical, but certainly more unsung however, is the act of crossing the International Date Line. Days literally disappear or get stretched to bizarre lengths by merely crossing this unseen space in the Pacific. One’s existence becomes daydream-esque in this scenario (especially if one has problems sleeping [read: me]). In fact, it might do a person good to ponder this once in awhile.
Which is what I, and the rest of the guys, are doing. We are embarking on a trip that will do two amazing things. The first is that we will lose Tuesday in its entirety. It will not exist for us. We board a plane on a Monday, and debark on a Wednesday. But we have done the math, we have consulted maps and charts, we have mulled over the wisdom of our elders, and have concluded beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tuesday will never happen for us. Now, do not for a second think that we are unaware of the gravity that Tuesday brings, the historical significance, etc. We are aware. But the truth of the matter is, when Tuesday rolls around, we will not be in attendance. We will be of no country, of no space, of no time. We will have taken physics by the throat. (This will no doubt beg the question: If we do not exist when our country makes the grand switch, are we then subject to any of its new laws and policies? Are we subject only to laws passed under 43 Presidents, rather than 44?)
The second amazing thing is that we will have an upcoming Monday (a symbol of the new? Discuss!) of impossible length. We will again take physics by the throat in an authoritative manner. We will see things that humans are never supposed to experience. We will have an understanding of mythic proportions when it comes to our place in the universe [opposition/community], of lands beyond [ancient cultures of the aboriginal nature], of satire in its textbook form [you’re looking at it]. *
We hover above the Earth; God bless you all…
* Also, Koalas.