Sometimes I'm driving and I look out onto the interstate and see maybe 25 other cars. And I wonder where they are all going. Wouldn't it be fun to follow them home, to the mall, or the tennis court, meet their kids, and friends? Maybe just pick one vehicle out of the bunch, and get to know that person better. Learn about their talents. Maybe I'm just easily amused.

I also think about how it seems like there are so many people out there, on the roads, during rush hour and stuff, but really it isn't. Because with a slight pan to the left and right hand sides of the road I see lots of trees, brush, and marginally inhabited land. The dense forrests of trees, which would completely overcome the roadways had we not forged a path with heavy machinery and chemicals, yes the forrest of trees loom large above and our vehicles seem miniscule and insignificant in the sight of it. It is all we can do to beat a path thru the collosal landscape.

This great earth and geographical landscapes define the earth, and we can only take to living on the rolling foothills and forrests which dominate this region. And we, the people of this region, do here abide in what circumstances we have found ourselves. And I am driving with these other people like myself, in this region, on the roadways--simple paths. And I look and see 5 cars on my left, 5 cars on my right. And I think..."It's just us, just us man". Yes, only us few motorists inhabiting this road, this geographical location, this spot right here, this point in time. It's just us man.