-SPEED!-
The speed with which the truth arrives is the same speed that our eyes see it, the natural flow, otherwise, we’d lose sight of peace and fall into war, we’d commit genocide and terror, we’d be unnatural to our very reason for being.
[an uncommitted silence]
-TORQUE!-
A grinding noise has begun just above our noise, it takes us a while before we begin to hear it, before we begin to see what’s making the noise, but, when we do, we’ll stand slack-jawed in a collective disbelief that the grinding noise is coming from our own teeth.
[gnashing silence]
-WEIGHT CAPACITY!-
There’s a weight limit we’ll have to meet before we can get off of the livings carnival ride, The Spirit One. It didn’t used to be a rollercoaster, didn’t used to be a Farris wheel or a house of mirrors, for it is ONE and has forever been so. “It’s too heavy to carry”, we imagine. We don’t know over three quarters of the half of the half of any of it …and WE are carrying it!
-BRAKING POWER!-
None to speak of…too much weight in the trailer, too weak to stop.
(Too weak to stop? Are you serious?)
Go ahead, stop.
(I don’t need to stop!)
Then the rest of us do.
(So, I’d be the only one doing something?)
A most foolish and selfish act it would be, cleaving yourself away from the whole, instead of giving in and letting go and joining the celebration in tow.
-HEADLIGHTS!-
© 2023 Mark Richard Prime
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