One can’t help but notice how wholesome everything has gotten, which seems like a little too much evidence for the Simulation, especially since the alleged brew pub is in a building labeled “Google.”
The past is the present is the future, as well, and even though appearances can be deceiving (as later in the evening, farther away from the visible attests to), it’s remarkable how quiet the town square is—except for the entrance and exit of the long-lost music bike which never fails to astound.
It felt like the greatest party song ever, if only I could remember what it was; suffice it to say that all along the route, the love was spread no matter who or how it turned out to be.
And then that little gift: right after the electronically-produced sonic bath went away, there it was: human beings making a racket acoustically! Who couldn’t slow down the rush to enjoy?
It’s a little surprising how far it is to the farthest reaches of oldest pioneer Seattle, in particular, when you take the flat route; it’s a little puzzling to imagine how that turned out to be Columbus’ India; on the other hand, there is no better place to stand and observe the islands.
The promise of weather is often more powerful motivator than the weather itself; how about that for being human beings in the 21st century? Or probably the 5th century, too, just in a different way.
And many hills are not as steep in reality as they are in one’s predictive mind; this could be, in part, due to the change in conditions between predictions and results, specifically when it comes to definitions like “steep.”
A little of a lot is still a lot; a pinch goes a long way to life.
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