The white Mercedez-Benz continued to slosh through the torrent of cascading rain. The passengers inside, all four of them, were safely protected from the elements of nature by the rigidness of the vehicle’s interior. As a result of this covering, not a single eye inside was concerned with the unimaginable flood that threatened to overwhelm them, seeing as it had continued its unobstructed barrage for endless ages by now. They were quite warm within this luxury sedan, complete with the comforting sound of the pitter-patter that clanged off the body’s metal exterior.

Coupled along with the ambient noise nature provided for the four passengers was the low volume radio that played some random song that had a pretty decent cadence to it; the lyrics were of negligible importance. The thump-thump and the pitter-patter combined to form a sort of destructive interference so as to not overwhelm the atmosphere with an annoying cacophony of indistinguishable audio. The only sound that really transcended the myriad sources of noise was the whooshing of the car’s wheels as the Benz flew over the wet surface and evicted the gathering water from its current position on the ground into the other lanes of traffic. This low volume humming and whooshing slowly drew the people inside into a lulling slumber.

That is, until a small pothole jumped into the level path in front of them. This unexpected hitch in the ride jarred everyone from their low energy state into a normal sense of alertness. As their minds slowly crept out of the darkness and back into the motion-birthing light, conversation also began to coincide with the awakening.

As they began to speak, the words flowing out from their mouths spewed forth with an unimaginable weight of wisdom weighing down on it. Each sound that flew off their respective tongues seemed to be as valuable as a golden nugget’s worth. This food for thought found here would be more than enough to feed the world’s entire population, twice or three times over.

And this is why the smallest passenger in the car, the youngest of age, chose to keep silent as this verbal sparring was taking place. The intensity of such knowledge that was offered around him was so overwhelming that he could do nothing but to sit there and remain silent, using the backdrop of the ambient noise to keep him focused on the wondrous action taking place before him. With no pen or pencil, there really was no way for him to remember these precious items, so all he could do was to frantically record everything that flew by him at record pace and store them in a convoluted mess within his mind, which would hopefully allow him to return to these items at a later time, when that hourglass did not deplete its contents so quickly so as to give him the proper time to digest all that he as absorbed.

Until the opportune time, until the right moment presents itself, he shall remain silent. He slowly bides his energy and accumulates any and every tidbit of knowledge he can gather up, constantly tweaking the gears within his mind. One day, when the sun breaks through the brazen barrier of the dark gray clouds and shines its light to all little crevices, he too will break out from the vehicle, having completed his journey, and impart the brilliance that he has stored to those who are willing to hear. And to those who spurn and reject him, who are unable to handle the stinging rays of the revealing truth, they will have no choice but to be drawn to reality and stripped of their feeble fantasy as their eyes are finally open and as they too finally receive a glimpse of the light.

02.07.08, 3:50 – 4.22am.

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I don’t know what this was when I started with it. Nor do I know what the ending really does except to provide me with a way to close this random writing. Ehz.