It’s not the velocity that amazes, generally, but the frequency that is astounding, how we drive headlong into each other and spin out of control into a speeding stranger who turns out to be a friend and collaborator only to make others envious and determined to drive a wedge between us before we inevitably do so ourselves and then split like atoms into random parts that make new connections that form businesses or babies or maybe both enroute to who knows what as the snows fall on the Rockies and the makeups and the brakeups keep on coming and spawning false prophets and momentary friends seeking something from the winnings or the ashes and there is never a shortage of pretenders who will stand by your side as long as the coffee is hot and the Benz is new and it all plays out in a zillion horoscopes written with flawless predictability because romance will come and success will fly in the window on the 19th or the 31st and lust will give way to anger and the reset button will clear the decks for the passions to be reborn and the jealousies, petty and miserable as they are, will rise like the Sphinx to put an end to what was once a college bond that mellowed through the years until one very human event or action brought the house down and the bodies, to say nothing of the souls, into violent collision as the Beatles played in the background and the former competitors lay down their swords to form an even greater enterprise than either could on their own and then the Yoko enters the scene and the harmony is spelled l-i-T-i-g-a-T-i-o-n and the new allies and enemies form to battle the evil but there is none just the rise of HR departments so that would be colleagues that condemn each other in the name of water cooler conspiracies manufactured by the captains of boredom and the endless human force that brings us together and rips us apart for no reason but ego as nations pretend to go to war over principles when it is the leaders tilting at each other as Steve runs commercials belittling Bill because there are no traffic lights on this highway called life just a few people who in the end are precious and loyal and beautiful to us and in the final chapter when the wrecks are brought in for repair perhaps the car crashes of the human kind just get all the attention.
Mark Stevens
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