Taken from: The Wild and Willy Ways of a Brunette Bombshelli keep thinking of john ashberry’s at north farm:Somewhere someone is traveling furiously towards you,At incredible speed, traveling day and night,Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,through narrow passes.But he will know where to find you,Recognize you when he sees youi read it and think, of course, has a more perfect idea ever existed? it’s such a beautiful and comforting idea–all our lives we are moving rapidly toward this person.and then we find them.and then we find them. ay, there’s the rub. i think about that moment–that moment of finding them–and all i can think of is junior year of physics and newton’s first law of motion:every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.euf, of course.hidden in that first law is the fact that the impact of that outside force cam be brutal.so you’ve been traveling all your life in search of this person and then you find them and it’s halting–that metaphorical slamming of the brakes. halting? no, not the right word. i mean the force of that stop–traumatic at best. and yes, it’s thrilling and yes it’s the beginning of everything, but in that moment and the immediate aftermath, i imagine it’s nothing short of utterly terrifyingWhat if this girl is on to something?I never thought about it like that. I knew it was scary to me for some reason, but could never put my finger on it.What do you think?