In the infinite universe of the mind, where the echo of a four-cylinder engine reverberates, the KL2 - a vehicle that never saw the light of day - encounters a storm full of scraps of thought. Until insight emerges in the eye of the hurricane, floating through the air like lead in the wind:
“Saying ‘Gesundheit’ doesn’t really help the common cold - but its about as good as anything the doctors have come up with.” 1
A paradox that gets caught in the folds of reality in the shadow of Berliet’s automotive history.
Like a soap bubble shimmering in the sunlight, logic bursts at this moment. Is it the doctors who wish us health, or is it we who lend the doctors their words? This merry-go-round of thoughts goes on and on until no one can tell whether time is moving forward or the world is turning backwards.
And so there I am, at the center of the storm, surrounded by the whisper of a KL2, the echoes of a four-cylinder engine and the breath of a cold that never was.
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Earl Wilson ↩︎