from justine:

"on you will go, onward up many a frightening creek, though your [legs] may get sore and your sneakers may leak."

-dr. seuss

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tomorrow

My dear friend Justine sent me this today, and it reminded me of why I am here and why I am on this journey with these four other young men. Why we push the same pedals on the same sore butts on the same bumpy and hilly roads in the same heat every single day to tell the same story over and over again. Why we share and why we give of ourselves time and time again. It is because we are committed to transformation and because we have hope that the combination of many small acts of whistleblowing and love will create movements that will grow larger and larger in exponential ways. A pebble can start an avalanche, and this world needs a big one. I need a big one. In my heart and in my mind.

And so we ride. There will be many tomorrows. Ride for them.


She started by saying, "This is why we tour..."

"Once when I was in college," I told him at last, "I wrote a paper for a philosophy class. I don't remember exactly what the assignment was -- something to do with epistemology. Here's what i said in the paper, roughly: Guess what? The nazis didn't lose the war after all. They won it and flourished. They took over the world and wiped out every last Jew, every last Gypsy, black, East Indian, and American Indian. Then, when they were finished with that, they wiped out the Russians and the Poles and the Bohemians and the Moravians and the Bulgarians and the Serbians and the Croatians -- all the Slavs. Then they started in on the Polynesians and the Koreans and the Chinese and the Japanese - all the peoples of Asia. This took a long, long time, but when it was all over, everyone in the world was one hundred percent Aryan, and they were all very, very happy."

"Naturally the textbooks used in the schools no longer mentioned any race but the Aryan or any language but German or any religion but Hitlerism or any political system but National Socialism. There would have been no point. After a few generations of that, no one could have put anything different into the textbooks even if they'd wanted to, because they didn't know anything different."

"But one day two young students were conversing at the University of New Heidelberg in Tokyo. Both were handsome in the usual Aryan way, but one of them looked vaguely worried and unhappy. That was Kurt. His friend said, 'What's wrong, Kurt? Why are you always moping around like this?' Kurt said, 'I'll tell you, Hans. There is something that's troubling me -- and troubling me deeply.' His friend asked what it was. 'It's this,' Kurt said. 'I can't shake the crazy feeling that there is some small thing that we're being lied to about.'

"And that's how the paper ended."

Ishmael nodded and thoughtfully. "And what did your teacher think of that?"

"He wanted to know if I had the same crazy feeling as Kurt. When I said I did, he wanted to know what I thought we were being lied to about. I said, 'How could I know? I'm no better off than Kurt.' Of course, he didn't think I was being serious. He assumed it was just an exercise in epistemology.

"And do you still wonder if you've been lied to?"

"Yes, but not as desperately as I did then."

"Not as desperately? Why is that?"

"Because I've found out that, as a practical matter, it doesn't make any difference. Whether we're being lied to or not, we still have to get up and go to work and pay the bills and all the rest."

"Unless, of course, you all began to suspect you were being lied to -- and all found out what the lie was."

"What do you mean?"

"If you alone found out what the lie was, then you're probably right -- it would make no great difference. but if you all found out what the lie was, it might conceivably make a very great difference indeed."

"True."

"Then that is what we must hope for."

I started to ask him what he meant by that, but he held up a leathery black hand and told me: "Tomorrow."

storypeople:

Veteran Traveler- carries a lot of suitcases but all of them are empty because she's expecting to completely fill them with life by the end of this trip & then she'll come home & sort everything out & do it all again.

story of my life.

we are the wanderers

wander here: http://fallingwhistlesretour2010.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/we-are-the-wanderers/

who signed me up for this anyway?

this bike tour.



note the 77 unread, and the 126 in my inbox, meaning they haven't been archived yet, meaning i need to reread them and figure out what to do about them.

geez. 8 hours on a bike. makes it tough to keep up.