There are as many lanes in life as there are lives.
Some are fast, some slow. Some for stalling out of traffic. Some for off-ramps to go somewhere or pass by/ The on-ramps with merging lives, competing for a patch of moving ground. That moving plot of earth is all we have, and it tiles the road with everyone else. We each depend on the other to keep up, or get out of the way. And we hurtle along mutually committed to better faster cheaper all of the time from anywhere.
The metaphor I’m trying to illustrate is that rat race we live in – the road we’re on – we are collectively headed for a big crash? It will happen in the fog of go-be-do get-more-than-you – you bloody-eco-fools.
The truth arrives flowing from all sorts of sources.
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