Behind and before the progress.

Robert Frost told us that he would traverse the road less traveled I wonder if he did. There is always a road though isn’t there? An autobahn speeding concentrated speed demons from one place to another, or a barren desert roads between Salt Lake City and well anywhere. No matter what we do we are always on some type of road even if we pull over to the side for a smoke break we are still on the road just not moving and before to long we stamp out the slow burning light of yesterdays progress and move ahead of smoke driven mechanisms.

And there in and of itself is the deep metaphysical purpose. There is a road and it looks little like the roads most traversed, we know it as little more then the pilgrims’ way. It is slow of progress and saturated in the ponderings of wiser men then we. This road leads nowhere we know but we do know it meanders down the deep pacific blue, and all suspect it will go somewhere wonderful.