Movies and Airports: Accessing the World Soul

Still a nebulous thought-pattern in the back of my sub-brain, but the
glimmers manifest now and again, especially when I'm present in the
above-mentioned venues.

Two moment strike: one of them recurring, one singular. The recurring
one occurs every time I go to the airport to take a flight: there's
something beautiful about mass, anonymous humanity entrusting their
lives to hulking metal aircraft, crossing paths in spotless white
airports on their way to airports all around the world. Airports are a
knot, a bottle-neck, a way station, a launchpad, the global Commons,
the campus quad of the World University. The names of the university's
departments are listed on LED signs throughout the concourse-campus:
Leipzig, Dublin, Atlanta, Kansus City, Beijing, Beirut (?).

The singular moment occurred, oddly enough, while watching a matinee
showing of the South Park movie while drunk on three Honey Browns back
in Rochester, NY. There's something crazy about schmaltzy,
insincere-yet-actually-sincere musical emotion that you KNOW is being
watched by thousands (or millions) of people around the world.
Something in that sharing of banalities, something, uh, romantic (ick),
or better yet: connective.

In Eggers' words, it's like we're all connected by this lattice of
energy, and the harder our hearts pump the brighter the lattice gets,
and what makes our hearts pump harder is what our minds deem both
tasteless and puerile: namely, mass sentiment, collectively
intense/banal experiences, such as movies and flying.

That's all.