Sometimes we seem to slip into a crack and become disengaged from the passage of time. Even memory is contained in the bubble of this moment. Paradoxically, this suspension is also one of the faces of time. Your metaphor of a plane ride conveys it aptly.
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Sometimes we seem to slip into a crack and become disengaged from the passage of time. Even memory is contained in the bubble of this moment. Paradoxically, this suspension is also one of the faces of time. Your metaphor of a plane ride conveys it aptly.