Now that we have Dan (soon to be 3 years old) I often recall an experience I had in an airplane many years ago. The plane, which was taking me to the inner parts of China, had just taken off from Guangdong and I was looking out through the window at the ricefields, rivers and villages below. Suddenly I was filled with a feeling of great bliss not only at being able to travel but at having been born. Here's what I wrote in my diary:
"I see all this because I am born. I imagine a mother singing to her not yet born child: 'You will see blue skies, and many foreign lands and cities. You will experience love. I give you all this.' "