Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Marxist Telepathy

North Bend, WA
Thursday, February 08, 2007

Life persists amongst society based solely on the ability of the individual to respect that which is unknown to all. If the mind were breached and thought were to flow freely between minds, every notion, whether deliberate or not would be known to all. At the outset one would first think that such a situation would be ideal, for the origin of all controversy would be known. Yet, in a world where the individual no longer exists, free thought and the ability of a single individual to excel is no more… for in a world of telepathy perhaps thought is Marx like.
To arrive at the point… Imagine a world where trucks and bicyclists coexisted, a world where everyone absolutely understood the motivation for each others’ actions. Where each honk and hostile move by a truck made perfect sense, where a cyclist clad in blue and orange argyle riding on the side of the road wasn’t fair game for road kill. Imagine a world where all things coexist. I was pondering the idea receptively at first, but after several minutes I realized that such a situation would be the worst possible scenario available.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 10:01 PM