Today I think I need to step away for a bit away from the deeply tragic events going on in our nation right now, and talk about something more innocent.
Yesterday, as I was flying over the U.S., I looked out my window and realized we were inside a cloud. And it brought me back to my childhood.
When I was a little kid, I used to look up into the sky and wonder what it might be like to be inside a cloud. Would it be like walking on a ball of fluffy cotton? Strolling through a field of cotton candy?
Would I find that there were people living in the cloud? If so, would I get along with the cloud people?
Now that I am a grown-up, I can fly through clouds any time I want. But the problem is I now know too much.
I no longer expect to walk through fields of cotton candy. I know I will never get to hang out with the cloud people.
And it makes me sad, because the child version of me still holds on to those visions. Yet the grown-up version knows they are not true.
But also that they should be.
But you will be able to visit the cloud people.
That is what VR is for, isn’t it?
Indeed. 🙂