I was walking to my next class, making way toward the Washington Avenue Bridge. It’s a long bridge, spanning the width of the Mississippi river to connect East and West bank campuses. The path is a wide berth, closed in by rails and lamp posts at even distances. If you stand on one end you can only just make out what lies on the other. Beneath the bridge, the river flows on, uncaring of the path above. You can sometimes hear the water rush; you can always hear the wind blowing. Once you start across this bridge, there is nothing to be done but continue on. No diverging paths. No distractions. You walk in a straight line until you reach the end. This bridge was my path.
It was on this bridge that I met Ben.
I sat, hands gripping the wheel, careening though the dark, awaiting sunrise. We had been driving for hours, and for hours more we would drive. You tend to abandon hope on drives this long. You accept that this is your new life. Thoughts of stretching your legs or anticipation for arriving have no place here. They’ll make you anxious and extend time. Although it’s not precisely that you want to shrink time either. Sleeping or watching movies might give the appearance of time well passed….but after you’ve watched 3 movies and aren’t even halfway there, you realize that all you’ve done is sedate yourself for half a day and now must pay the consequences.
What is better is to ride the line between expanding and shrinking time. Experience it only moment by moment. Ride the Tao.
There's a theory I've been playing around with for a while. I pull it from the cupboard on special occasions, dust it off, and see how it fits with the current times. Sometimes it seems like just the thing, and in others it crumbles into dust. I can't get myself to get rid of it, though. Perhaps it's become sentimental. Perhaps I suspect I might need it one day. For a certainty, it is an idea that deserves proper articulation. What to do with it afterward I leave to you.
I’ve been thinking a lot today about what the hell a belief is. How can you tell what you believe? How do you make a belief? Why is it so painful for people to have their beliefs shattered? How do you tell what someone else believes? The answers to these questions are not self evident.
The adventures of two boys pursuing the light.