Someplace over Nowhere

It is amazing how much nowhere you can fly over in 9 hours.  It took my Grandmother most of a week to cross the Atlantic by ship 100 years ago.  She was very aware of what was there, she could see it, smell it, and feel it.  At 38,000 feet and 550 miles per hour, on top of the clouds, I really have no idea where I am, when I can see the earth below there is nothing.  I am someplace, over nowhere.