On the Same Plane.
One of my favorite concepts from my inorganic chemistry classes in college is the energy diagram. It maps the level of energy present in a system before, during, and after a chemical reaction takes place. The most basic model looks like this:
The reactants – basically a bunch of molecules, have an intrinsic energy level that is held inside their bonds. Given the right set of conditions, and an infusion of energy (often heat), the molecules will trade bonds with each other to form new, more stable molecules (products), releasing energy as they go. The energy diagram shows the energy state of the reaction at each phase: beginning, transition, and product. The most exciting point on the diagram, the transition state, is also the fastest and most difficult to pin down. I don’t know that we still exactly know what the nature of the molecules are in the transition state – whether they are partially bonded to each other, or just in one big heap of matter and energy.
On to the life analogy…
Airports are transition states for humans: they’re not places people stop (at least willingly) for very long, and they are not stable places in and of themselves: they are meant as places that move us from one place to another: forward to a new home, back to an old home, to a work meeting, a vacation, conference, wherever we are going. But the inevitable truth is that we are going somewhere: otherwise we wouldn’t be there. That’s part of the rush of being in an airport: people walk with purpose, eat with purpose, even sit with purpose.
The best thing about commercial flying is that all of the passengers share a common denominator: even if it’s for a few hours, everyone on that flight is quite literally on the same plane. Everyone is stuck in an enclosed space, where no conversation, newspaper read, or nap taken is truly a private experience. Nobody can escape from the humanity around them with text messages, telephone calls, or chats. Nobody can cut in front to get to their destination faster, or, at least in their individual cabins, assert their class distinctions in any sort of way that actually benefits them. In fact, everyone is affected by what the others do. And, quite frankly, people might as well cooperate to make the experience as pleasant for everyone as possible.
In the best cases, this common purpose allows people to be more human: we can converse more freely with people whose lives we may never cross paths with again – once I sat next to a senior officer at GM, the next time I sat next to a sewer-pipe layer, and had equally interesting conversations with both. Another time a mother with an infant actually let me—a perfect stranger—hold her baby while she rummaged for a bottle in her carry-on bag, and let her arms rest for a while. People reach over to hand complimentary drinks that I can’t reach, let me out when I need to stretch my legs, smile knowingly as I pace the aisles waiting for a bathroom.
Things obviously change once we’ve arrived at our destinations, out of the transition state, and on with our lives, but the memory of those moments of transition, where all we can do is sit, relax, and anticipate, we remember that for those moments of transition, we were all equal, all on the same plane.
