Canto I of Dante’s Inferno
begins, “Midway upon the journey of our
life/I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had
been lost.” Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken,” which informs the title of the
bestselling self-help book, The Road Less Travelled by M. Scott Peck begins, “Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could
not travel both/And be one traveller…” And then there’s the famous Yogi Berra
quote, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” All three compare the
passage of life, along with its signposts and watersheds, its life changing
decisions, as a road or path. Even though Dante wrote in the 13th
Century and Yogi Berra and Robert Frost in the 20th, all three present a rather l9th
Century idea which could easily be the cover of a Thomas Hardy novel. You imagine your voyager with his cloth bag tied to the stick held over his shoulder and
climbing the path which leads atop the promontory from which the specter of the
future, usually taking the form of a hamlet from which a church spire rises, is
an apparition come to life. In Eastern philosophies the path is known as a “Do”
or way and has metaphysical significance to the extent that it refers to a
state of enlightenment, which can be known as Satori or Nirvana. In our
materialistically oriented society, to quote Gertrude Stein, a "Rose is a rose" and a street, or roadway, whether it’s an Interstate or
Route 1 is merely just a means to an end. But every once in a while, the
traveler finds respite from the cudgel of his end and like that character in
the l9th century novel with the sack slung over his or her back, has a chance
to stand apart and take stock, to enjoy the broader view which momentarily
allows him or her to appreciate where they are really going. In the famous
Twilight Zone episode “A Stop at Willoughby” the main character a harried
advertising executive, who increasingly feels like a rat on treadmill,
momentarily finds a respite from the grind, in the form of a utopian way
station, a vision of the past in the form of small town life at end of the l9th
century. The only problem is that it's a vision that takes place at the moment of
death.
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