It all comes down to a transitory. Journey.

  I found myself looking out a window  and down into a city, pondering how I got to be seated, belted, and up in the air.  Time and space are quite curious, it dazzles me beyond comprehension.  I find it curiouser how we interact with each other passing by, keeping our stories to ourselves, daring at most to share the details of our outer packages.
  When it comes to  transportation where dozens of strangers come together into compacted areas sharing every molecule breathed, yet sharing nothing at all. I was in an airplane, but this happens in all transportation, especially public. Sharing a destination, and beyond a final destination (also known as grave), yet nothing really shared, all of a sudden our humanity vanishes in value. A fellow human is a stranger, and remains a stranger. Every story, hidden, and distorted.  A simple glimpse in the eye, tricks everyone of us into a false belief of what that person could be.
 But isn't that itself what makes this journey so intriguing? Discovering.