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I Think Airports Are Places Of Huge Human Drama. The More I See Of It, The More I Am Convinced That Heathrow Is A Secret City, With Its Own History, Folklore And Mythology. But What Has Surprised Me Is The Love The People Who Work There Feel For The Place. Everyone Seems To Think They Are Plugged Into Something Majestic.

It Felt Natural. That Is What I Remember Most About Becoming A Father Halfway Through My 20s. As If Mother Nature Was Giving Me The Big Thumbs Up.

Sometimes We Are Only Aware Of How Happy We Are When The Moment Has Passed. But Now And Again, If We Are Very Lucky, We Are Aware Of Happiness When It Is Actually Happening.

Largely This Is A Class Thing - Writers Tend To Be Cosseted Little Middle-class Kiddies Who Think That The World Owes Them A Royalty Cheque. But Just Doing It - Being In Your Room For Years On End, Locked In Your Head, Alone With Invented Ghosts - It Weakens And Softens The Body. And I Know I Can't Just Live In My Head.

Home Is Oneness, Home Is My Original Nature. It Is Right Here, Simply In What Is. There Is Nowhere Else I Have To Go, And Nothing Else I Have To Become.