The constant motion of the wheels, like the movement of my thoughts. But wait, this is not true. I think not as I mount my trusty steed and act through the night like someone running from fear, hate, responsibility. I am troubled not by my worries of isolation, loneliness, derision by those peers I wish to call my friends. I am touched by nothing of substance in my unrealistic nirvana. I am aware of nothing real yet everything surreal. It's like a dream being held in suspended animation by me, GOD and supreme ruler of the subconscious mind's visions and ideas of the surreal world as we know what is contained within.
The passing of time is metered only by the incessant motions of my legs as I tirelessly pedal forward through time, reality, and thoughts reached by unclear reasoning. While attempting to redirect my thoughts to my worldly troubles I am startled by a small dog aspiring to devour me whole. As an effort to entertain my worthy opponent I increase in cadence and quickly retreat in false name of defeat leaving my canine enemy victorious without effect.
While the beating of my heart slows and my thoughts return to unconsciousness I again try to return to dwell on my worldly troubles and worries. This proves again to be unsuccessful; even when uninterrupted. Content in abandoning my problems in the real world I retrace my thoughts and continue where I strayed from my thoughtless thinking.
I travel a line that has no fees, requires no ticket, and remembers no faces or names. I travel through worlds that don't exist, times that never happened, and places that will never be seen in this world of love, hate, and everything in between. Having no recollection of these travels, I embark on this psychoanalytic journey each night until the day begins it's invasion.
Although uncertain, the effects of these experiences on my personality in the real world are rarely questioned. For how would I state the question? What questions would I be brave enough to ask? Would the answers I give and receive tell me anything beyond the fact that I am asking questions with unattainable answers? Why do I question? Why don't I answer? Why do I doubt? Do I doubt? Have I no faith? Have I no answers?
Questions lead to questions. Denial of questions leads to denial of validity of the unconscious mind's workings. Can validity be questioned? Does it present a valid question? Does that question have a valid answer? Who am I to question the validity of what may or may not be valid?
I am GOD! I am in control!
Control of what?
What I control matters not, all that matters is power!
Power over what?
Question me not! One who is informed needs not question.
Informed of what?
I need not answer you, fool.
In your false sense of power you have become ignorant. You control nothing. You have nothing to control.
You are powerless.
How dare you insult me! You know nothing!
Oh, but I know I know nothing.
You think nothing is everything.
Everything you know, everything you control is nothing.
But I question not. Does this not indicate my wisdom?
It indicates your ignorance. You are satisfied to know nothing and nothing more. In a literal sense I am wiser than you in that I know one thing- I know nothing. You deny this even within yourself. In conclusion, you are unaware of your unintelligence. Yes, but this matters not. What is of importance is the questioning of what we know not. Through this we are made wiser. Do you not mean through this we are made "wise"?
The answer relies on your definition of wise.
What do you mean my "definition of wise"?
For example, your idea of wisdom may consist of knowing one thing
Whereas my definition may aaaaaa of knowing many things.
What should my definition of wise be?
That, my friend, is for you to decide.
That's not fair.
Oh, but it is more than fair.
If you were to learn what I learn, there would only be need for one of us here. We need not waste what we have been given.
And what is that?
The ability to question, learn, and experience.
I now recognize your intelligence, my friend. I have questioned and you have supplied me with answers and questions that lead to more questions. Through this I have been made wiser.
It is as I said.
This is true. However, I feel I owe you something in return.
You owe me nothing. As you were made wiser by me, I was made wiser by you.
How is this possible, you are far wiser than I?
All of my realizations, all of my answers were made possible by my pondering of your questions.
We have helped each other.
But are we not one?
Indeed, we have helped ourself.
However, I must reluctantly say that we must return to reality.
For we need our rest.
I must reluctantly agree. We must return.
Although unaware of the subconscious working of my mind, I am made wiser by them. Or at least I would like to think that I am. These workings have also caused me to become weary. I must return home and allow myself to rest and further explore it's unconscious workings and processes. I must also allow my body to rest and prepare itself for the abuse and cruelty I will soon subject it to in the real world. I must pedal faster . . .
OH GOD BRIGHTS . . .
I hate when they flash their brights at me . . .
They are so blinding . . .
I must close my eyes . . .
I must open my eyes.
Through my newly opened eyes I see the ceiling of my room. I cannot recall arriving there but I am glad to awaken in a rested state of security and well being. That ride last night was a doozie. It really wiped me out. Yet somehow I feel as if I have some problem resolved within myself.
So I return in a rested state to the real world. I must face the day again. I must endure the world. I must force my mind to focus upon what is real, what has substance. I must do this until I can return to a place, or rather state, where my mind can ramble, where my mind can wander, where my mind can question.
Question what?
By the mind of KC Hazelwood (aka Bob Whiley)
br>
By: K.C. Hazelwood
