Amelioration redux

Fog. Like a dream I stepped out of the fog into... denser fog. My vision wasn't obscured but my ability to see was. The connectedness of everything was imbued with a lack of value, future, foundation. Where the hell was I?

The twilight zone? Rod S. is that you? What was real? What hadn't been? What wasn't? Isn't?

Then a discovery. Another man's words:

"We are in a similar scary place, if not physical then perceptual, faced with challenges that seem insurmountable. We need to keep moving, keep making decisions, which are possible only through constructive dialogue with our adversaries across cultural boundaries.

Movement is knowledge, a conversation with the unknown, a path to salvation - not an attachment to the past. We can't stand still and we don't have the rope to get back to where we were."

On a long, hot ride last Saturday on some of the twistiest, hilliest roads I've ever ridden, I got tired and didn't know where I was. So, I stopped and rested. And drank water. And realized that not knowing where you are is different than being lost. The sun was out so I reckoned my location and started riding again. "Movement is knowledge."

I rode out of the fog.