There was something of the AIDS Walk in San Francisco yesterday that reminded me of the Great Trunk Road in India described by Kipling, or the paths described by Chaucer in The Canterbury Tales in England from centuries past. People walking, talking, laughing, with babies and kids and dogs and grandparents, and stuff. A slice of humanity on the Tao, the Way, passing by the bands playing, the food for sale in little huts, a waterfall, some jitterbuggers. The destination yesterday was not so important as the travel together, the shared path because of a shared concern. I like to imagine the four dimensional crazy corkscrew trek we made, traveling forward for a few hours along the timeline, on a path in Golden Gate Park, on a circular spin of the earth, also circling around a star called the sun that is hurtling on a path through the universe. Though we ended up where we started in the park, we ended someplace altogether different in space and time. No doubt, we emerged in a different spot within as well, changed by the physical activity, and the sharing of the same thread with a few thousand others. For a short time, we were a phenomenon, with our many differences, a joining of intention and direction, forging forward on the spiraling way.



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