There was a video we wanted to make once that I was thinking about today. The idea was this. Guy; stuck in traffic; faint rock music in the background (maybe even "Highway to Hell")
Guy comes up, taps on the window.
"Hey you wanna get out of this traffic jam?"
"Sure..."
"Its easy, all youve got to do is get out of the car."
"What?!? Are you nuts, just leave my car here? Now? What will happen to it, I mean will I get it back?"
"Yes leave it, leave it now. Dont worry, we're going to take a much smaller and narrower path, one that leads from the city, from the illusion of day, from the bright lights and the glitzs, out into the desert."
"The desert?!?! Its hot and theres nothing there..."
"I'm there. Its not that im not here too, but the noise can cause people not to listen. Even now with the roar of motors and horns its hard to hear me. And the desert is still and quiet and there we can talk. Because all of this (he waves his had at the traffic) is leading to destruction. Its wide and easy and lots of people go this way."
"But what about my car? I still have payments..."
"It will not fit. The way we will go will be so narrow and tight that nothing but who you are will fit. Nothing youve built, nothing you have and nothing youve done will fit through where we must pass."
"Nothing?!? But ive done so much and seen so much, ive been apart of so much..."
"Yes but they dont tell you who you are. They arnt who you are."
"So who am I?"
"That's what we are going to find out."
"Who are you?"
"That's also some thing you're going to find out"
"So you want me to get out?"
"Yes"
"Right now?"
"Yes"
"Umm" He reaches accross to grab his breifcase out of the passanger seat.
"You wont need that"
"Umm" He reaches to turn the keys off to his car.
"You wont need those either"
"Umm" he starts to grab a map out of the side door.
"Nor that. Come my child. Come with me. I will show you the way."
And he openned his door stepped out onto the asphalt and set out on a new journey, that might cost him more than he was willing to give, but in which he would find his life again.
-Adam Thomas
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