Peter Gardner <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:One carfull of passing geniuses suggested that I get off the copulating road. Only they didn't say
copulating. I was a bit surprised that the road could do that -- that asphalt certainly doesn't
look like it reproduced that way.
No, no, you misunderstood their intentions. The road does not copulate with itself. Rather, it is
*you* who is partnered with the road.
Have you not had a day, where you get out there on your bike, and there is the road before you,
warm, inviting? It feels good, it smells good, it almost seems to taste good to be on it. Some days
you start out eager, knowing what lies ahead. Other days you start out a little reluctantly --
surely you have better things to do -- clean the house, mow the lawn -- but here you are anyway,
your bike and the road together, and after a little bit you know its going to be a good time.
There are days when you dominate the road. It does your bidding. You groove on your control. There
are other days when the road is your master. You submit to its demands. You get a perverted pleasure
from the pain of your burning legs, your oxygen-starved lungs screaming for air.
In any of these instances, though, you with your bike, and the road, are lovers. The term, "get
off" as we all know, is a slang term that means to "derive pleasure". Thus, the encouraging, if
crude, words,
and the road make beautiful love together".
To take this a step further -- in many mystical traditions, the physical act of love is understood
as a metaphor for the spiritual union of human with the Divine. Can you ride as if you and the
Road are One?
The mudra of the single upraised digit is a reminder of this oneness: unity in Christ Consciousness,
being at one with the Tao, La illaha Il' Allah, Adonai Echad. Thus, when someone makes this gesture
at you, you should understand that they are wishing you the experience of this ecstatic union.
The horn that is honked as the mudra is made is a meditation bell. Like a church bell, like the call
of the muezzin's voice, it calls you into this sacred space of union, of you, your bike, and the
road, as One.
Thus, when the motorist honks his horn, raises the single digit, and makes his sincere invocation,
you have but one response: to smile, to wave, and return to the joy of riding your bike.
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email hidden])
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