Perspective on the Road

Interesting thoughts of an Irishman driving home at night.  The road is great place to develop one’s philosophy, especially for a motorcyclist. The environment seems to be so much more a part of the experience when one is outside a box.

Driving across a land as vast as Australia, there is even more time to think and a far greater connection with primal nature than one might enjoy crossing many other parts of the world.  Every trip further than the next settlement (and sometimes even just that) is a potential Easy Rider epic experience.

The immense sense of the depth human history that I felt when driving across Ireland, for example,  is replaced here in Oz with a powerful feeling of the depth of natural history, and with wonder at the vastness of a land that could contain a thousand Irelands.

And here, of course, the snakes have not been driven out.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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