Paranormal
As you're on your way to wherever it is you'll be going today, tomorrow, or whenever it is you'll be going, take a look around you, and you'll see that just about everyone is going somewhere. Yes, it's obvious, and let me restate the obvious: Everyone's going somewhere. Humans, as a species, seem to be a rather destination oriented one.
Someone's going to meet their girlfriend, someone's on their way to a shopping mall to buy something they don't need, and someone else is just going to work in order to earn the money that would allow them to go to a shopping mall to buy something they don't need, possibly for their girlfriend.
Dinner parties, lunch at a restaurant, legal issues, car repairs, attending a comedy show, pathetic children's plays, the need to murder someone, buying a book, watching a movie, visiting a doctor for an inane ailment, and so on, everyone's just on the move. That's just about the only reason we ever leave the assumed comfort of our own homes, because we need to, or want to, because there's a reason.
And because we have a reason for going somewhere whenever we're going somewhere, it's what's on our minds as we go. We're really not paying attention to anything else other than getting there. You can see and learn a lot just by taking a moment out of your journey to see what's going on around you. Very thoughtful. We don't usually do that, though, since we want to get there as soon as possible, and because the person in the car behind us, through the usage of loud sounds, is expressing his desire to get somewhere as soon as possible.
That's what the city's traffic is all about; A stream of humans inside mobile steel enclosures going somewhere. A traffic jam is basically where a stream of mobile steel enclosures containing humans wanting to go somewhere converge at a single place, often in front of a light bulb hanging in the air from a pole, with a bit of red glass in front of it. Funny how a bit of glass and electricity can have such a profound effect on our tempers. This is also sometimes accompanied by another stream of mobile steel enclosures containing humans wanting to go in a direction perpendicular to the previously mentioned stream.
So we build bigger, better, and faster steel enclosures, so we can get there faster. Some people will travel in a train, which is basically a bunch of steel enclosures joined together. Others will prefer to hurtle at high speeds through the sky inside a large metallic tube, which serves very bad food and often contains smelly men and crying babies.
It's only once in a while that we decide to go somewhere for a reason other than a purpose, or rather, that's what we like to tell ourselves. We get so tired of going places for the reason we go there all the time, that we want to go to another place where we don't have to do that. Instead, we'd like to relax there. These are the places where we go to "get away from it all." Ironically, we go on a vacation with a purpose, and then spend large amounts of money on services and products so that we can have the things and the comfort that we could have had for free, if we had stayed back home!
The point I'm getting at is, as a species, we seem to be moving around an awful lot. It's either with a grim determination, or just aimlessly, not knowing why we're going anywhere at all. All of this isn't applicable to all humans of course. I've actually met people who have not, and will never, venture outside their towns or villages in their entire lives. But I can vouch that this is true for a majority of us.
So what can one infer from this? Could it be that humans were never meant to be in one place for long? Will we even stay on this planet much longer? Are we destined to become an interstellar migratory species? Is all this a manifestation of our restless minds, attempting to break loose, in our search for something higher, to give us a deeper understanding of our place in the cosmos? Or are we simply insane? Is it the heat? Could it be the same global warming which wouldn't have existed if we didn't feel the need to go somewhere all the time?
The answer, is none of the above. To save you the trouble of thinking, I have spent countless hours (3 minutes to tell you the truth) on this issue, and in a moment of spiritual-cosmological enlightenment, the answer struck with the metaphorical force of the sound vibrations of an alarm clock telling me that I'm getting late for work.
Ah, I have to go.
