My first car was a 1971 Volkswagen Beetle with a dashboard vent that would never close and rusted out floorboards in the back. It was not exactly a smooth, insulated or quiet ride but so what, right? It got me where I wanted to go and even had a fancy-schmancy radio/cassette player so I could listen relentlessly to my favorite music along the way.
Many years after that car was retired, I heard an old U2 song titled “One Tree Hill” and I discovered about a minute of music at the end that I had never before heard. Apparently, this delicate coda was always drowned out by the rumbling engine and gale force wind blowing through the air vents. I had no idea!
That, my friends, is one big fat metaphor for our awakening consciousness…Read more