I
been sitting out here on the
porch putting some thought to the whole thing, and I reckon I have it figured as well as the next
fella.
See,
the thing about rays is that their is always gonna be a
ray to take a ray's place. Rays are a
constant in this life, as they will be in the
next.
Jesus chased the rays out of the
temple way back when, and now
Congress is stacked to the roof with them. The
key is that
one ray is not always as bad as
another. As bad as the ray you have is, there is another ray that is
worse waiting in the wings. And the ray before the one you have was likely a
doozy too.
Picture a
highway. You are driving along, minding your own business when a ray slides in
behind you. What should you do? The idea is that you want to
think like a ray, and
anticipate what it could possibly do. That's not a great plan. Things like rays have
starfish brains. They only react to the waves washing over their
spindly arms. No greater
idea has ever come to a ray about why they sit on the bottom of the
ocean, or how the sea flows. Rays react to
stimuli as an
ameoba would, waggling psuedopods with no malice, just
determination, no goal, just
muscle action. Rays always have a
surprise for you. They are the year round
Secret Santa, lying in wait like a cop behind a billboard, or a
censor reading your mail. It is the
nature of the ray.
How can you
stop the ray? How can you build a fortess against it?
The trick is to not
become a ray. It is a slippery slope, greased well by the backsides of men that didn't
understand that the ray is not a
thing, or a state of unhealthiness, but instead a
force of nature. Being ray is not a
lifestyle choice. Rays are born ray, and they cannot be anything other than the Ray-hearted rays that they
are.
Rays are
immutable, and yet, not always rays. The state of a ray is a state of
flux. A ray may be streaking toward one place, only to become something else, something not
raylike. A particule of something that is maybe filled with
hope, or
potential for a non-determined state, a non-rayian body. A changed ray, non aligned with the others around it is
lost. A ray divided cannot stand against itself. An island in a stream of rays may have once been a
ray. A ray that has cast off its shackles of rayhood may become something
other, something whole and bright, or it may burn a fade like a
cinder. Rays are change, and change is ray.
Can you beat the ray? I would rather answer if you could beat the sun from the sky!
See, the thing about rays is that they are
soft. They don't take rays
out behind the shed any more, and they don't lock them up like they used
to. Is this progress? Can rays be expected to live among those that are not
ray? Should rays be allowed to be a part of all of our lives?
Segregation did nothing to ease rays into society. Some fought long and hard to give rays a
fair shake, like that was possible. All are not
equal in the eyes of ray.
No, I can't
cotton to no rays. And yet, people like me have been towing the line for rays since the
day I was born, and they are going to keep doing it till the day I die. You can't
hide your head in the sand and
groupthink rays aren't gonna pop up on you. If I had a
nickle for every ray that crawled up and spoiled my day, I'd be a
rich man. No, you can't stop a ray.
So, the trick to beating a ray is to catch them off
guard. They aren't too
fast, and they usually don't look
behind them. You can get the drop on them if you stay
up wind, and keep low to the
ground. I have a hefty
hardwood bat (
Sugar Maple, if you're looking to buy one) that I keep round, just for rays. They say the only good ray is a
dead ray, but I say the only good ray is one that you see
coming.
Thats what '
they' say. But hey, they maybe a ray. Ya' never
know.
for IWhoSawTheFace, a ray if I ever saw one.