Looking out across a valley of stark nothingness, trying to find the road through a pounding rain so hard that nothing can be seen, and no future can be known. I keep walking down this highway in my blindness, if only because time demands I put one foot in front of another. I can not see what is going on or where I am going, and I can only remember vaguely where I was yesterday.

I can look back to yesterday, and see that I made a mistake somewhere along the way. But to say that definatively would be ignorant of the bliss that is brought to me in the pouring rain. Tommorow does not look as clear as it did yesterday, but it still exists somewhere and somehow.

Today it somehow better, more open, even if I am little more then a hitch-hiker on a lonely highway with little more then an occassional car passing by and reminding me of who I am and who I am becoming. Somebody will stop and give me a lift, and save my body from the chill of the pouring rain, but it is far from being over. It will take years to fully dry out and to find the new vision of who I am and who I am becoming.

In the rain, it is a great wilderness that needs to be explored in greater depth. Emotions and intellegence seem to have no place here, even though in the past they were something worth exploring and exploiting. I am alone and only have myself to depend on, as a walk through the darkness of this rainstorm I am in.

Suddenly I come upon a sign listing many different places. All of these places seem so far away, distant and unreachable. Yet even farther away is my home, not in miles but the impraticality of returning. The bridge has burned, and my village has been burned by neanderthals who could not un*derstand our peaceful and free life. They were just too old and too ignorant to care, instead that wanted to impose their defination of the status quo upon our society.

I can not linger on that point anymore though, as the bridge has been burned and the village is gone. I'm still in the rain, my mind a wandering as I try to discern what those locations on the sign mean to me. I do not know how to get to all those far away places, and the only way I will make it is to find somebody who understands, and will give me a ride. Maybe those villages will be burned and destroyed by neandethals too, and I will be back on the road, but I really hope to settle down somewhere and somehow.

I have always believed since I was a little kid, that one thing we always should try to do is take it the limits and beyond. To expand our world, to push and challenge to force people to think about themselves in ways never done before. Somehow here at the limits, I do not like the way it all appears, and I wish I could find my way back to the village I orginally came from. The limits are too extreme in all directions, and the radical doctrine that makes them up is appealing but also apalling.

But now it's so confusing, and the rain keeps pouring down on my back. I am now the Texas hitchhiker. This town is so foreign, so unfree. Maybe all that is left is my imagination and my words, as long as they aren't taken away totally by the nethederthals. I will find my way back to the new reality, to a better world, but it will only occur one step at a time.