I heard Tower 7 was a perfect square, 30 seconds to landing…
Everything is equal on a highway, there is no turnout that can undo your caste! If life is a highway, I want to marry out of my Dharma….
They say every floor in WTC7 was the same. It had the same furniture, and they all had one window, on the same side, watching the sun rise. Nobody knew when the sun would set or when it was time to go to bed, so they stayed up forever. And slowly their circadian rhythm became an single tone, like a solfeggio frequency, and someone wrote it down.
Everything is equal except when you’re at a wedding.
Everything is equal except when you’re 30 seconds to landing. Why would a plane come from where the sun rises? As if it came out of the sun, like a solar flare, first class, interstellar. Business or pleasure?
good stuff