The fact that we can fly at all is kind of profound to me, but yes, when you realize the scale of flight that we’re capable of, it’s mind-blowing.
I used to have daydreams in which someone from the mid-1800’s is transported to the modern world to be introduced to manned flight. Standing on the tarmac at a small airport, what would he think as he watched a Cessna take to the air? What would run through his mind, riding as a passenger in that Cessna, as they accelerate down the runway and take to the air for the first time in his life?
After that, you show him a performance by the Blue Angels. Insanely fast and maneuverable, to our eye, since we’re used to seeing the Cessnas and commercial airliners flying in straight lines at modest speeds every day, but maybe not so incredibly amazing to him? Afterall, the planes themselves are of a size not too different from the Cessna he just rode in.
And then, imagine you could somehow get him into O’Hare airport without him seeing any of the air traffic in the area, and in the terminal you walk by a 747 at the gate. A clear view of it, he can see the flight crew through the cockpit windows, and he can see the ground crew walking around underneath, so the scale of this machine is unmistakeable. A few minutes later he watches it depart from the terminal and lumber off to the end of the runway, but how could this thing possibly fly? It’s shaped a bit like that Cessna we rode in, but it’s too fucking big, there’s no way this could possibly leave the ground. Then the 747 powers up and starts accelerating. Where’s it gonna go, the carriage-way dead-ends in that field over there. Halfway along the runway, the nose picks up off of the ground. Dear God, what’s happening? This beast is gonna flip over! And then the main gear lifts off - and suddenly half a million pounds of aluminum, jet fuel, and humanity is in the air, moving at ten times the speed of his horse-drawn wagon. And then you explain to him that in a few minutes’ time this thing will be flying higher than the highest mountain on earth; 40 times the speed of his horse-drawn wagon; and it won’t touch the ground again for about 13 hours, not until it’s gone halfway around the world.

A friend’s grandfather died recently; he was 100 years old. At the time, I remarked on the profound changes in the world that he must have witnessed during his lifetime. He was an adult trying to provide for a family during the Great Depression; witnessed WW2 from an adult’s perspective; watched aviation progress from a cantankerous, underpowered, canvas-winged biplane up to the aforementioned 747; experienced the advent of B&W television, color television, flatscreens, and finally HDTV; and saw telecommunications progress from “the rich guy down the street might have a telephone” to “everyone and his dog owns a cell phone.” Of all these things he witnessed, my friend said his grandfather was most impressed by the advances in communication: cell phones, satellite phones, [wireless] internet, GPS. How cool is that? Instant two-way audio and video communication between any two points on the globe. The ability to know exactly where you are. The ability to transmit libraries of information in a fraction of a second.
Depending on your perspective, most of our modern world is pretty amazing. Blogger Bill Whittle had a neat essay in which he envisioned a Pharaoh from ancient Egypt visiting a 7-11 store. Click here, and search for the string “the splendors of ancient Egypt” to zip to the beginning of this part fo the essay.