British Journalist James May takes a trip in a U2 spyplane to the edge of space. He narrates the journey, waxes philosophical, and eats lunch (he has a tube of "peaches" which reminds him of "baby food", the pilot has clam chowder).
"it does make me feel slightly emotional" May says, and looks out the window. "The sky looks just breathtaking. If indeed that is the sky. Most of the sky is below us. I think that might be a view of eternity." The pilot agrees. "Technically speaking you are correct."