In a foreign country, you cannot pretend to understand the people around you. In this way it is more honest than one's home.
As we age, our eyes grow dim while our ears and noses slowly enlarge. There is a lesson about wisdom here.
To see both a cloud and its shadow from above is a mere pretence of objectivity. One sun illumines us.
Overflying this country shows a variegated terrain of hills and valleys, wet and dry, grass and wood; a good place to work in the sun, see the vines grow, grapes, tomatoes, perhaps squash and kitchen gardens. We are called to tend and keep, plant, water, and prune, souls as well as seeds.