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Down this old road I follow the dust of miners, their chariots of fire, their sounds of drills and their explosives. I follow them by 45 years into a bleak place where people don’t stay. No one stays here. Behind the reef is a penetrable wilderness covered with old roads and relics of men of a different day. I follow these roads away from the metropolitan confluence because there is no other way. To turn back doesn’t return to livelihood and peace, but to a world ruled by men and ambition.
The peace of the desert is symbolic and true. It’s not so much where I am going it where I’m leaving. Behind is the noise of men and their machines and computers: the tools of survival in badlands of the mega machine. Years ago in my writing I spoke of an impending storm that would change the world, change our society. We have arrived at the date. And peace has fled. The voice of the wilderness is hushed by the tumult of the terrible one: civilization and its king. And men run wild in search of themselves because there is no peace in their world of iPhones and PCs and mobile communications and fast cars and hot women. Rock stars, all of them: acting and dressing as such. That’s why this road is mine and also belongs to Others in metropolitan deserts that cannot find their way.
In the sandy and rocky deserts of the world you must become who you are meant to be, you must face your real fears, you must become true to yourself because there is no one to taunt you, no one to dare you, no one to impress, and no one to make you see your shortcomings but yourself.
The gospels of men is the only thing that helps men to remember their true selves, creatures of a real god and not of themselves. But the wilderness is how a man can understand that. Which makes me wonder, is atheism a result of civilized and bounded thinking? Is forgetting God part of the world of machines, science, and cement?
No matter, I don’t care about your beliefs so much as I want to see you travel a desert road and drive to the end and walk where your car cannot travel. What will you become at the end? Find your true self there, down the old road that has no name, at the end of what civilization failed to conquer with its machines and terrible things.
I’ll see you there. May you hear the voice on the wind and the call of the wild things.
