The Road Less Traveled
| I built a road in a clearing in the forest that has no access from other roads. That road remains un-driven upon because there is no way for cars or people to get there. If I build a house on that road, then I can still expect there to be no traffic since there is no access. All the trees in the forest that block views would need to be cut down to get access. Imagine my surprise when I got up, walked to the front door, and noticed a car on the road. It has been a long held belief of mine in walling off unrecognizable and unrealizable ideas. If they are all located on this walled off street then there is no chance of accessing them. People may occasionally assume the street is behind the trees, but they will never know. All the same, these ideas remain on the street in their homes just stuck to ferment and bounce off each other. Eventually these ideas get bored and old led to simply fade away. Occasionally they mate with other ideas to create a new home much greater. Still, it is a small existence. It just so happens that my assumptions were wrong. At night when I sleep, my mind roams around and the trees start to separate. The ideas notice these spaces and separations. People get to see these spaces and catch a glimpse of what is really going on. Still even more, sometimes the ideas slip out to go roaming off in the ears and minds of those capable of listening to them. They spread hopes and fears along with pain and grief. It isnt intended for them to get out. They are kept on that street just so they will not get out or nobody will get in. One of these ideas got out in the night. The trees betrayed their purposes and let it be known the real truth of the street. Suddenly everyone started wondering why this street is held back. Where does it go and what is it named? What purpose does it have in going no place? Then as people start finding out more about the street, whether truthful or not, they decide they must know what ideas live there. Suddenly the place that nobody needed to think about or know about becomes the place that everybody needed to know about. Still people do not accept the real truth. These ideas were held back because they were unthinkable. It was a service for the better of all to keep them hidden. Why cant that be enough? Why is it against humanity that so secrets must always remain a secret and by their existence does not mean harm or pain? This idea that betrayed the street and the trees that helped must suffer. They must be tortured and eventually forgotten until they no longer exist. After all, you cant keep a secret with something so known by many. A secret that everyone knows is only a secret in that nobody knows exactly what you know. This morning I was greeted. How are you today? You could see by my surprise and guilt that the ideas were out and there was nothing to fix them. We pretended that the secret was unknown, but it is known. It is out. And the street is now populated by others. The best solution would be to pack up and go to a new place, but how can you create a place again and ever get to it? It is all lost. The street now has more people on it. The trees step aside for anyone. Why shouldnt they though? A secret place that is not a secret anymore loses its intrigue and excitement. There is only one solution. Never Sleep Again |
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