“There is no need to reinvent the wheel,” we hear clever people remark publicly. This though is usually not the issue. Having the wheel or being one is admirable – commendable. To what our wheel is attached is usually what matters in relation to where we are, coupled with where we need to get to.

Is the wheel we are or to which we’re attached, one of three tricycle wheels - one of two bicycle wheels – a unicycle wheel – one of a car’s four tires – truck tires or bus tires (pumped up or flat?) – is it a wheel of an aircraft (necessary for take off – for landing?) or is our wheel a bare bicycle rim propelled by its owner running along behind it – a reconfigured clothes hanger in hand to guide it?

Or is your wheel the earth – one of the wheels of the universe, spun by the divine – by divine law kept in motion? Or a coin tossed into the air, spinning – heads you win – tails you lose?


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
Sunday 10:36 p.m.
15/april/07