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The Art of No

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  The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
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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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