Further On Down The Road

Some roads are a bit bumpier than others. Sometimes it's worth it, for the view and for the effort itself. You won't ever get there, you'll always be where you are, in the new here. Some roads are full of people, some are solitary. Some roads go around in a circle, eternal. Others stop at a terminus. Flippism: is the road traveling you? The space/time/matter that consists of you is here, the road rushes past, altered by your existence. Relativity made manifest. The "west" was American's manifest destiny.

"... Behind us lay the whole continent of America and everything Neal and I had previously known about life, and life on the road. We had finally found the magic land at the end of the road and we never dreamed of the extent of the magic either... "
- Jack Kerouac, On The Road