The overused but not always pointless sentiment is that we hate flying. From a passenger jet, the lower atmosphere in its bright blueness is not noticeably different than the view seen from the usual terrestrial vantage point.
But there’s something chilling and mesmerizing about flying higher. It’s the darkness, no, the cold blackness that gradually sinks in. One sees the gases of the Earth contacting the vast void of space-time. One soon realizes that the atmosphere is as thin as apple skin, and that we had never evolved to survive outside of our bubble. It is when one is at the precipice of Earth and non-Earth, the event horizon of our limited human history, that we find ourselves breathing deeply and looking around in peaceful meditation.