Movement is life. Life is a decision making process.

There are a lot of forks on the way. In some cases, there is a short road. Ten thousand kilometers way is said to be passed with a light on in a total darkness. Life is like a dark time of the day, when you don't know, what bump will be hit the next moment. Have you chosen the right fork? Sometimes, the headlights are switched off and then I ride blind.

While driving, I meet other vehicles. Some of their drivers have got into the character so much that may seem they are cars themselves. However, others realize their driver's nature. They are thinking over their own movement. Some even listen to the radio station noise from misadjusted set with hardly emitted signals. It is spoken about the weather and the roadmap is shown. There are a lot of interferences that an announcer's voice could be confused with auditory hallucinations. Then the driver could take the wrong turn.

The lucky ones have a radio set or know the call signs of the Coordination Centre. When they are repeated over and over, sooner or later the central station begins to listen and give advices. Such travelers move braver. Everything is seen by the operators from above. And if relationships with the Centre are deepen, there is a chance to move the luxury corridors, to see the unique portals of moving, and finally to get to the Destination in the best form.

Meanwhile my bike is riding through vegetable gardens. The lights are flickering afar. The Centre is responding with interferences. The radio set is going haywire. Wolf holes and barbed wires are on my way – they are carefully placed by the Providence, to bring me to the level road. From time to time I see portals, but I consider them just a morning hallucinations, as they disappear quickly.

Moving the path, I stop and stand still. I look ahead and beyond. I contemplate hardly visible things. Is this the right turn? What place is it?

The speed is not controlled by me. The route has never begun and it will never end.

This movement is from infinity to eternity...

Sergei Degtiaryov