Travel Reference
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The anesthetist murmured directions to the nurses then instructed me to transfer myself
from the gurney to the table. The table, colder still, was narrow enough to fit between shoulder
blades. A nurse covered me with a quilt that felt fresh from a hot drier. “Thank you,” I said.
She smiled warmly.
Another guy leaned over my face from the top for that odd appearance of talking upside
down. “Here's the part you'll love . . .”
Wait a minute. Is he the anesthetist? “Do you think a spirit can ride a motorcycle? I mean
sense riding a motorcycle?”
Fuck. It was the same as dead, and I wasn't ready. Well, you don't gain insight in giant steps. I
should have known. Dylan Thomas woke in the night with
the answer
but forgot by morning.
So he put a piece of paper and a pen on the nightstand, and when the answer came again the
next night, he wrote it down. Jubilant, he went back to sleep with the answer secure, and in
the morning read:
Green cheese
.
Spirits can ride motorcycles. Spiritual senses align for a feeling that is greater than the sum
of its parts. The act of riding engages spirits. Unique dimensions overlap—feelings test a the-
ory, and the data proves that time and money unspent are forfeit forevermore.
Could the theory be worthless as a gallbladder? Or could it tap into mobility in a limitless
universe?
Gallbladders are not worthless. Some must come out, but the dog will keep hers as long as
she can.
What occurs to a spirit in life is the same as what occurs to that spirit after, call it an old
familiar movement. That which is known is the best base for jumping of the edge of the tan-
gible world into what is not known. Or riding off.
