No reason, arbitrary, capriciousness —–

chased by an eighteen wheeler of death, the

man has just had a recurring argument with

his wife, mundane, frustrating in a broken

down Plymouth Valiant (metaphor anyone?)

valiantly enters the Southwest duel, on the

road not at the corral. He cries, please, please

– up and down the desert highway of life, the

man indomitably, shrewdly draws the death

machine to the edge and then over to its dino-

saur death. Score one for the ordinary, some-

times argumentative, all-times fallible family

man; zero for death, for awhile. He sits in the

desert overlooking the severe drop to Dante’s

Inferno and ponders. Humanity vs. the deus-

ex-machina of death versus the compassionate

God of Jesus and Sophia. Please be careful on

the via, the highway of life, the man thought.

The roadway had killed too many of his loved

ones and there were way too many crosses on

the side of the road along the way.