Much Ado About Nothing

Have you ever been on one of those rides where nothing really happens?  Perhaps nothing happened so subtly that you didn’t even realize it. You just continued on your way, thinking nothing of it.  But then, quite suddenly and without warning, nothing happens again.  There it was!  You noticed it that time.  So now you’re on your guard.  You’re watching out for it!

But as the miles slowly, silently slip under your wheels, the attention flags, the mind relaxes its vigil, the concentration dissolves away into a gentle passing breeze, and before you know it, a whole string of nothings have gone by with barely a whisper.


You gradually become aware that your mind is blank and your body has relaxed into a perfectly quiet meditative state.  You glide along the road as if in a peaceful dream.  All of the voices in your head have gone quiet – the lists of things you need to do, the lists of things you should have done, the Gif style replays of recent human interaction, the bits and pieces of catchy songs and phrases – all have blurred into the fog and gone mute.  You are floating silently, at ease in a still world which you now see unaltered by the filters of emotion, stress and expectation.  You feel your mind slowly, gently joining with the universe in a great cosmic melding.  You are becoming one with the void.

Without fear.

Without desire.

All is peaceful…


Gah!  What’s… happening?!

I must have accidentally turned off my iPod.

Must… find… earbuds!

Turn… on… music!

Turn… up… volume…

Ah, that’s better.  Let music wash away the abominable silence and bring me back – to reality.

(Singing) “In A Godda Da Vidda baby…”

A note: The song was originally titled “In the Garden of Eden” but the band’s singer was so wasted at the time of recording that his words were slurred in both the song and as he tried to communicate its title.  The slurred version stuck.

2 thoughts on “Much Ado About Nothing

    • It could come in handy. Put it on the speakers to insure a safe passage through the peloton on your next brevet! It may have too much of a traumatic effect if used on the bike path. The final scene from Frankenstein comes to mind (the one where all the peasants are chasing the monster with pitchforks…)

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