As we approach zero gravity we begin to float, our feet dangling just off the ground. And then, then, we begin to rise, towards our rightful home. You can call it what you want. I just want to see my loved ones again, way up there, and as we rise through the clouds we begin to laugh, life is such a funny thing and we never knew it, not really. I mean it was Hell, but only because we believed in Hell. Now we know better. As we ascend, 30,000, 40,000 feet we know better, and this is better than any drug I ever took, even the demerol they gave me in the hospital after I broke my jaw and busted my spleen. Let's love each other. We're all in transit. There is another home, one where we recognize each other and hug one another and everything is as it should be, because we've gone beyond suffering to see the way things really always were.