Wednesday, August 5, 2009

We can bomb the world to pieces But we can't bomb it into peace.


Isn't it funny to think, that while you're in a car, traveling at least fifty mph down a highway, so are all these other people? That there are just lots of little metal boxes with fragile human beings in their fragile little lives which pass you for a second and then are gone forever? That in one car, two babies scream for more milk in the backseat, while in another car, a boy is taking his first drive with a license, a dog panting on the seat next to him, and that in another car, unbeknownst to them, a couple takes their last drive together before one finds out that the other had been unfaithful. That such intricate dramas, romances, tragedies, and comedies can take place, and all of them confined in little metal boxes all on one stretch of long road is almost mindblowing. And even more so the fact that all these little complicated scenes are playing out on a few feet away from you, and then you pass them, and they are most probably never to be seen again.
But here's another thought--maybe one of those cars that you once passed on one of the many car rides in your life, held the most important person in your life, someone you might not see again for many many years? It's possible.

Title Quote: Bomb The World (Armageddon Version), Michael Franti and Spearhead

3 comments:

Mountain Spirit said...

that's so interesting. i actually think about that in the subway. and sometimes I catch the same person twice :D that pic looks liik my bro 3 years ago

Lola Bellybutton said...

that pic IS my bro many many years ago. I can't tell you how long for privacy issues ;)

Mountain Spirit said...

hahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which one? (u can email me 4 privacy if u want)

Where did it go?