I haven’t traveled on a plane for few years.  Having had so much time pass made my most recent flight seem totally novel. Especially because I was bringing The Munch for her first plane ride ever, so it was like a virgin experience – except we were flying American.

After going through all the security and having to show our ID’s multiple times, something became very clear to me that I had never exactly noticed before.  Country borders are a fucking prison! If you don’t have the right paper work, you are not getting out!!!!  We are hostages of our nations!

I started to have a panic attack from this bleak reality, as The Munch was obsessively interested in how planes got up in the air.  I was like “I don’t know dude… but do you realize that freedom is an illusion!?”

I know there is political justification for borders that people ascribe to, but aren’t we all just citizens of planet earth?  How does this make sense that we are each quarantined to these divided areas?  The tribal mentality of domestic pride seems so outdated in a planet being destroyed over fights for raw materials and basic resources.  Perhaps the fact that we are separated is exactly why there is so much exploitation and corruption.  It is not like a one world government is the answer, but self-segregation isn’t either.  I am sure there is a way to maintain and respect cultural traditions yet also allow ourselves to live unrestricted.

I tried to talk about all this to The Munch, but all she cared about if the wings of the plane flapped like a bird.