Go!

I am late-- and too hurried to say goodbye, too harried to say hello. The freeway is my friend, taking in my greed for speed, where cars and people and the scenery are mere illusions or a blur of kinetic abstractions. Somewhere beyond the convergence of the firmament and the pavement lies the object of my haste. Time and space give way to the now. My gaze is transfixed at ten minutes into the future. Hie I must: forward, onward!

Glancing in the rear view mirror, I see myself glaring back at me as the immediate past trails gracefully behind me, unequivocally relinquishing the moment to the present. It is life's macrocosm in a brief linear singularity: the then and the now melding into a certainly uncertain thereafter.

Moving on is looking forward to something good. Looking back is knowing you are moving on to something better.

Too late to speculate.

(Photo by the Author)