The Long And Winding Road
Between destinations, to and fro, I traversed a continuous road, without turning right or left, but kept on following the curves, bends and the straights.
First, there were passing showers. The drops came down, spot on the windscreen and the applied Rain-X did its work immediately. Upon impact, each sky drop broke into tiny bubbles that then religiously climbed up the glass surface in various splintered directions. The effect on me as the driver and on my passengers was both calming and inspiring. Molecules, components and atoms - these all came collectively to our conscious minds, while our eyes were transfixed on the natural, spontaneous display. We could not really hear the sound of the rain, for the car stereo was on, and the experience was like watching a silent movie in apparent slow motion.
Second, there was this restaurant that we passed by and had a crowd waiting patiently to be seated and served a meal. Maybe it was opening night. Seafood was involved, and it was just after Easter. There was a real sense of buzz and eagerness, even apparent to me just watching while waiting for the set of lights. The food served must be really good, or were the potential customers just acting on word-of-mouth perceptions or hearsay expectations?
Third, there was this route between forests. I did wonder if there were animals, big or small, just waiting to cross the highway or merely eyeing the vehicular traffic from a safe distance. The night sky seemed clearest here, away from the artificial lights made by human beings - and the resulting realization that we were just like ants on a revolving ball hurling through infinite space, like across a field. Everything began to be all relative, just like the relationship in physics between time and distance. Does it matter what each of us does? The cumulative effects appear to be overwhelming, but can dissipate into nothingness as they may cross each other out - good versus bad, small versus big - in the final summation of the ultimate dimension. Stars formed a pattern and the full moon was partly covered by clouds, but it was all a matter of where we were and how fast or slow we were travelling relative to the spin of the planet.
On certain parts of the road, I could see a trail of vehicular tail lights. Like the stars strewn across out corner of the galaxy. Or more so like the seemingly random spread of the water drops on the windscreen as the car climbed up mountain slopes.Or the line of customers waiting eagerly to be fed. Is life structured like the road I was travelling with my fellow companions, or also spontaneous like the sudden down pour from the heavens? Who knows, I just follow my long and winding road, or so it seems.
First, there were passing showers. The drops came down, spot on the windscreen and the applied Rain-X did its work immediately. Upon impact, each sky drop broke into tiny bubbles that then religiously climbed up the glass surface in various splintered directions. The effect on me as the driver and on my passengers was both calming and inspiring. Molecules, components and atoms - these all came collectively to our conscious minds, while our eyes were transfixed on the natural, spontaneous display. We could not really hear the sound of the rain, for the car stereo was on, and the experience was like watching a silent movie in apparent slow motion.
Second, there was this restaurant that we passed by and had a crowd waiting patiently to be seated and served a meal. Maybe it was opening night. Seafood was involved, and it was just after Easter. There was a real sense of buzz and eagerness, even apparent to me just watching while waiting for the set of lights. The food served must be really good, or were the potential customers just acting on word-of-mouth perceptions or hearsay expectations?
Third, there was this route between forests. I did wonder if there were animals, big or small, just waiting to cross the highway or merely eyeing the vehicular traffic from a safe distance. The night sky seemed clearest here, away from the artificial lights made by human beings - and the resulting realization that we were just like ants on a revolving ball hurling through infinite space, like across a field. Everything began to be all relative, just like the relationship in physics between time and distance. Does it matter what each of us does? The cumulative effects appear to be overwhelming, but can dissipate into nothingness as they may cross each other out - good versus bad, small versus big - in the final summation of the ultimate dimension. Stars formed a pattern and the full moon was partly covered by clouds, but it was all a matter of where we were and how fast or slow we were travelling relative to the spin of the planet.
On certain parts of the road, I could see a trail of vehicular tail lights. Like the stars strewn across out corner of the galaxy. Or more so like the seemingly random spread of the water drops on the windscreen as the car climbed up mountain slopes.Or the line of customers waiting eagerly to be fed. Is life structured like the road I was travelling with my fellow companions, or also spontaneous like the sudden down pour from the heavens? Who knows, I just follow my long and winding road, or so it seems.
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