Contemplations from the jet lagged

I'm on the other side of the world from my home, in Kingsman, AZ to be precise. Travelling half way around the world isn't what it used to be - taking years or months of difficult and probably dangerous travel. Advances in technology have made the journey quicker and less dangerous, but despite participating in the magic of flight, there is something slightly damaging about air travel that wasn't present in most journeys of old. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something to do with the isolation from each other, from nature, from our natural rhythms.

I'm not really complaining, I often cannot believe that I live in a time where crossing the globe is possible in only 36 hours of travel, that I am wealthy enough to indulge my curiosity about foreign landscapes, exotic cultures, and the stories of people who are a lot different to me, or maybe only a little different to me, or - more likely - a combination of both. No, I'm definitely not complaining. I just can't help thinking, that like so much about our world, we've gotten very close to something wonderful, but have somehow still missed an important point.