EMERGENCE by Pierre Minar
Grocery stores are magical places. They contain multitudes of foods. Some are healthy others less so. America loves its junk food; it is one of the wonders of the world, a testament to why we willingly consume all this stuff. Yet, there is love behind some of the junk food, the ability to relate to the childhood we live in. Marketing executives had great forethought when they developed the concept of the gummy worm. Long ago, worms were used as a method for catching fish, but we have since lost that history. The hamburger is a specific pleasure of the everyday; there is a whole hamburger culture, a literal Flavor Town that Guy Fieri so enthusiastically shared with his audience with the glee of a small child. Small children’s glee is probably one of the finest things on the planet, and it is a renewable and endlessly happy resource.
Filthy windshields are a problem, given the endless expanse of roads we’ve imposed upon planet Earth. I have seen more of the world from the back of a car window than from any other vantage point. All that land passing by in increasing levels of speed is a glorious thing, and ought to be celebrated. Some countries have a fondness for their cars, such as the United States, the Middle East, Germany, and Australia, whereas others would prefer them to be taken away. I am, of course, talking about Belgium, which really needs to have its driving licenses revoked for all its citizens for crimes against fundamental traffic laws. Right at the back of the car are the passengers, including the older relatives and the younger nieces and nephews. As the driver, you are responsible for making the drive so smooth that falling asleep is easy.
Ambition sleeps. It slumbers. People should not wake it. It wakes up on its own accord. Getting disturbed in the middle of a fine sleep. We wake up one day and want, need more. That’s ambition. It woke up. Cardboard boxes represent ambition, success, and failure. Entire areas are vacated to make way for better, more pristine places full of hope and opportunity. No two opportunities are precisely alike; each one is tailored for that person and that circumstance. Time is less a human construct and more about constraint – knowing what fits in and where it fits in. We fear time because it remains the only abstraction that will inevitably take our lives.
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