Having just come back from a $100 hamburger at Mudgee (at the Blue Wren - I recommend it, easy walk from the airport) and afterwards some time at the Mudgee Nags with three friends, I can say that flying makes me feel like I am not an ant.
Ants crawl in traffic or get bussed or trained in long lines. They pour up escalators and into ant hives where they beaver for hours. Their destinies are completely set for them. This is drudgery.
Now I do some of that for some of my days. But, on the days I fly, I always smile and say "I am NOT an ant".
Today opened my friends' eyes to reveal this sensation. And I find being a part of this revelation a great joy.
I do believe there are other things that can create the same feeling - motorbikes is another one - but nothing that I have tried beats flying.
