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A Moment of the Momentous
by Georgi Y. Johnson
I was 17 years old and riding my bike through a field in Belgium, where a solitary, almost archetypal tree marked the midway point of the path, giving a feeling of security as night was falling fast, and only the little dynamo bike light broke the looming fears of the imperceptible in the dusk.
There are doorways to infinity and eternity to be opened in riding a bike over the bounded territory of the Belgian wilderness. There is something immediately centering in riding a bike, perhaps anywhere. It could be the circling of the pedals; right-brain, left-brain; the body in motion; the flow of visual perception; the sensations of the rhythm of the earth’s crust beneath the tires.
Stillness comes forward in motion. As we charge forward, the veils over that which never moves are blown away. As the muscles and tendons tremble, with the blood racing joyfully through the veins and arteries, that which never was attached to blood and bone is shaken out of its shell. As we face our direction, that which has no face is revealed. As time passes, that which allows time to pass, stays still behind the programmed clock of arriving “somewhere” into that timeless gaze which is itself not passing. Through infancy, childhood, now the teenage years, and soon the adult struggle into form, it is always untouched, perhaps even amused.
The right leg in harmony with the left, in harmony with the right, and sailing above, this body, with its destiny, its future along the path, and its past on the track behind, already lost to view.
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