In yesterday's post, I offered a Let's Make a Deal alternative, and urged you not to choose to look behind door #3. Of course, like a Mangalore in the movie The Fifth Element with a gun with a red button of unknown purpose on it (BOOM!), or a computer user with a button that says DO NOT PUSH (oooo, pretty!), you, and I, need to know what's behind the damned door. So I rode back there to take a look. The access to The Other Side is not blocked off or anything, but neither did it look frequently visited, this no-man's land behind the noise wall. As I pedaled Yasuko (note to "self": need a new picture with bar ends) along the narrow lane, wondering what I would find ahead, I noted that the noise wall does indeed keep out most of the car noise from Goldwater Boulevard on the other side. In fact, it's a strange, quiet, back-alley world in that narrow lane, which seems to exist only as a between-space created only as an afterthought between two different construction projects: a group of interesting house-shaped objects (HSO) which appear fairly isolated from their surroundings, on the one side, and a widened and walled-off GW BLVD on the other. Oh, look there's fourteen feet leftover here, what should we do with it? (Attn: Planning Commission: curling, shuffleboard, bowling )
What I Saw Riding to The Other Side
It goes from nowhere (the canal side) to almost nowhere (a quiet street), is too narrow for a car except perhaps a Smart car or a Mini, and is also blocked off with Dead End diamonds such that you couldn't drive back here if you wanted to. Not easily, anyway. To get here, which is the back of nowhere anyway, you are going by some form of human power. So I human powered my work-weary soul into The Unknown, through this uncharted netherworld, to learn what mystery lurks behind the mysterious door. Soon, I was upon it, and the Answer revealed itself to me, in all its glory, full of reality, bursting at the seams with it-ness: the Door Itself.
The Door Itself
But perhaps I missed something. Can we ever truly get to the other side by going around, rather than through The Door Itself? What is the deeper meaning of a locked and extremely sturdy door that is trivial to visit either side of, yet difficult to open without the Secret Code? Do I need to go back there, and, dare I imagine it, attempt the Secret Code shared with me by Steve A, (2-4-5), to see it if opens The Door? No, I dare not. Not on Friday the 13th. NO WAY. You first. I'll meet you on the other side. If you make it. If you don't, send me a postcard from wherever you land, and let me know how it is with bicycles there.
A Great Weekend, I wish you, brother, sister, uncle, cousin, friend. Friday has a button on it. Your move. Get up. Go ride.