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The Unreachable Yoke

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  The Unreachable Yoke  A POV shot from JB’s perspective, looking down at his own body. His hands are locked rigidly at his sides by the cocoon. Ghostly, semi-transparent images of his hands are reaching out, trying to "yank, shove, slam" a control panel that isn't there. The image captures the desperation of a pilot whose identity is "unspooling" because he cannot reach the controls. I look down... but the body in the weave doesn't feel like mine anymore. My arms are locked. Pinned to my ribs by the silver vice. But I can see them... ghosts. Ghost hands... peeling away from my skin. Reaching out! They are trying to YANK... to SHOVE... to SLAM the yoke forward! But there is no yoke. There is no control panel. Only the dark. I am a pilot with no hands... and without them... I am unspooling into NOTHING. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger ...
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In Flight I Find a Different Truth

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In Flight, I Find a Different Truth

Up in the sky, the possibilities seem endless. The hustle and bustle of the ground world fade away, leaving a serene panorama. It's a unique vantage point that offers a fresh perspective on life.

Flying offers a unique perspective, a chance to disconnect from daily life, and an opportunity to connect with the world in new ways.


A Journey Beyond the Ordinary

The thrill of takeoff is unlike any other experience. As the plane accelerates down the runway, you feel a rush of anticipation. Then, as the nose lifts and you ascend, it's like entering a new dimension.


Personal Revelations at 30,000 Feet

The distance from the ground allows for mental and emotional detachment, which can lead to clarity and new perspectives.


Serene moments above the clouds

Flight offers a profound perspective on our existence in the serene moments above the clouds. As we soar high, the world below becomes a tapestry of life, reminding us of our place in the larger scheme of things. 

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Aerial views, Serenity in flight, Perspective shift, Sky panorama, Tranquil journey, Air travel, In-flight experience, Flight reflection, Horizon View, Airplane window, Travel meditation, High altitude peace, Aviation inspiration, Cloudscape, Flight solitude

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