I was flying back from NYC last night and at one point I felt like I was going crazy.   My mind keeps going, going, going, like a broken record.  I listen to its chatter, then I let it go.  Then feelings and emotions come up, and I get caught in them, and then I let them go.

After a while there was silence, just the noise from the jet engines, & then I panicked because I suddenly realized, what is left when I stop believing in all this nonsense?  I looked around the cabin and everyone seemed so comfortable in their own worlds, not realizing, or caring to notice that the world they each live in are just there own.  We are all comfortable in our own individual fiction.