A passenger jet taking off, 200 tons of steel, plastic, vinyl, & fuel, sucks its way into the sky, the real lift provided by air pressure. It’s an oxymoron: an ordinary miracle.The passenger feels the atmospheric density kicking in as lift, remembers that air–which we stride about in as if it’s nothing–has weight. Remembers windstorms; remembers that destructive floods are held in the sky as fluffy clouds, before the air lets it fall, soft water become a hammer swinging to knock houses away…