Modes of transportation seems to be a very individual preference. You can’t take everything with a grain of salt or a gallon of gasoline, but how one motors on any given day says tonnes about how one lives life.
There’s a different kind of creature that ascends from the mountains during the night than the one more commingly associated with human nature. It spirals down the canyons leaving cold breezes, singed trees and white water rapid tips on it’s way to the city. Modern day local residents may have grown accustomed to it, but if he’s out the man in the moon still turns a blind eye and perhaps, but it’s just a guess, stares directly into the sun to take a moment and shore up any sympathy he might have for the inhabitants down below.
There’s no wonder little has ever been done to stop blood feuding. Two sides bent on revenge scarcely see the light of day, how is one supposed to point out the errors of thier ways.
When there’s little to do little gets done. How little gets done depends on how little to do. Why little is known little people rule. When everything’s left no one made an effort to accomplish anything.
Various bodies of intelligence have led me to believe that along the lines of differentiating temperature degrees lies that unaccountable, uncontrollable, but most instantiating applier of human emotion. It's not if but when. It's not where but how. There has never been a need for the green beret toting intelligisia. They cease to exist but revel in their unknown.
I took a ride to the country. The car was packed, the belly was full. It was a full day and the long grasses of the plains were butting up to the mountains in a threatening matter as if they meant to, with the same efficiency as the tortoise, one day overtake what most men have come to call one of the great wonders of the world. I didn't know it at the time, but i was driving on the abyss - that somewhat invisible crag that sifts between the present and worlds undetectable to the human eye.
Being consumed is rather ingestive. It takes place in the bowels of your enemy, at the pace of your enemy and for the benefit of your enemy. Nothing ever good comes out of it in the end too. It's a rule of nature i do not need to explain to you i'm sure.