The Frontier

The frontier formed far past the tumbleweeds of the old west. No deserted plain of nothingness notted in the abyss of rural America can fully describe the magnificence of such a word. No cowboy sunset desert or river, NO the frontier was not an image nor is now. Not, at least in how it was, does the frontier justifiably be related to the desired land, decreasing with each suburb high rise or coffee house. Not that, NO. The frontier is alive now as it ever was then – then being the time when all was innocent and stars show their brilliance in the deserted time of space. Then was the original FRONTIER.

It was pure as the fog on the Frisco bay as the sun rolls around the earth shining upon each inch of the globe one methodic inch after another while foolish youngsters speak of the universe as something tangible – material – as if it was possible to roll up all of the Lord’s brilliance in the palm of one hand amongst the infinity of the hands that sould only begin to stretch across one rock one element one proton as the makeup of an atom on the hand of yet another being.

He whom or she – maybe even something that cannot be defined (The Frontier) it is untouched. The frontier is unique but only to the existence of the rock and the hands that stretch across it. Then imagine these foolish hecklers speaking of truth at the end of a pier where molecules of water rest, the same drops that touched the sands of Ellis island and other such places where individuals found a new existence and tell me THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.

“I’m only asking questions” says Everett the with an unusual knack for perceiving his own existence and there is where the answer lies. While he cannot see across the bay to the woman under the Times and let alone see through the fog at all, his gaze is strong enough to experience the Frontier. That is where it is.

In the vision and perception in the ability to ask questions rather than give answers is where the Frontier lies. “There are no answers” you say and even the foolish heckler Everett may forget – oh there are answers in the questions not of the questions. Foolish as they may be the young men had It… and for that moment the world froze and the heart of the man with the single molecule on his hand – the very same molecule that serves as a home to the hecklers - that very heart skipped a beat. That is the effect It can have on the universe and that my friends – those that have ears enough to hear nothing but faint murmurs from significant souls - is THE FRONTIER.