The Road Traveled, A Short Essay on the Fart (based on a true story)

At 4am on December 30th, 1999 in a small city about a hundred miles inland from the pacific coast of North America a single man who was lying asleep in his over sized twin bed was awakened from his sleep by a slightly urgent need to pee. As he slowly swung his legs over the bed onto the floor and stood up a small nearly noiseless little fart escaped from him adding immeasurably but definitely to the earth’s atmosphere. It can be said and even forcefully argued that this was, in the large scheme of things, an insignificant event, unnoticed as it was by himself and the rest of the universe, but that would be incorrect. That position would be wrong, that statement would be false. It would be in fact to miss the importance of all of existence, for it is not ‘the road not taken’ but the road traveled and all the events that occur on it that makes all the difference. The tiny silent fart screams the existence of its event which has really only one dimension, the enormously heavy, concrete, nebulous, invisible dimension of being. The giant sequoia tree, the whales mating song, the dandelion seed afloat on the wind and the small fart are all high Karate, sharing equally in the achievement of event, echoing throughout the universe with the joyful ecstatic cry I’m,' overflowing with the acreage of its importance alongside the peace and quiet of the remotest star.