Broken Railroad Tracks

They lead to nowhere, they lead to everywhere. I'd like you to be there too, but it seems that it wouldn't do any good since it has at least a little to do with you... maybe I'll have to find my way all by myself, but some companionship would be cool. The never-ending confusion gets a little dull, let's figure our way through this metaphysical dilemma together. That's what everything is - a series of speculations and interpretations and dilemmas. All we have to do is come out the other side, though nobody makes it out alive. And hopefully we can get through it with another person. I'd like you to be that person, if you're available to. Because the way I see it, as long as we're together we can laugh at all the paradoxes. The gods are letting us figure out things our damn selves, so we have the audacity to laugh at our stupidity, and to laugh at the fact we have a sheer reeling pleasure from things that cannot even speak or touch us physically. We have the audacity to be human. And we have the audacity to be human, and to take pleasure from simple human things, from being in a person's presence rather than from being earth-shaking. And in our complex simplicity we move mountains and drain oceans and come into our own, which is a bigger revelation than any godly thing we could ever think of. So let's forget about riding our way into the sunset, and let's just get out of the freaking car and walk. We got time.