Cars?

I have never liked cars. I associated them with beer, porn and all that is dominating, arrogant, crude and masculine. They belonged to American men with three women on their arms and too much money. I feel that I should write this last because it brings up too strongly a paradigm for my mind to engage an entirely new thought.

The CDB sent me a picture. I could not see it. It was a sheet of metal. Smooth, it looked cool, but it was still a car. Last night, however, after two years of suggesting that there is something more, I think I finally touched on something.

To see the picture requires that a new mind be taken to it. Something totally unrelated to "cars" (the name even is too loaded). It had to do with the lines. Searching in my mind for a new paradigm to interpret the lines with I found they resembled a nose of a sleek animal. (I love animals.) A cheetah. In particular that place where their tears are so perfectly designed to fall.

For a moment it ceased to be a car and became something living. There was something in the construction of its lines that even if I could not yet fully appreciate them, I found a new place for it in my mind. A new meaning was given to it. The car was living not because it is conscious, but because I am conscious and somehow I saw beyond it. I never would have thought that one day I would see beauty in a car. (unless i was pretending) Nor does it feel natural to apply these words to a machine...

Don't worry. I will not become a car fanatic...