I'm sitting at a four way stop in the middle of the desert, wondering to myself why there is a four way stop in the middle of a desert with miles of clear, unobstructed view. Where's the massive traffic the highway safety board seems so concerned over? What is more confusing is why the old guy ahead of me is studying both directions like he's in the middle of a Seattle commute. He must know something I don't, or he's an idiot. Who am I to judge? But, either way, I'm late and God is, once again, teaching me patience. I'm sure my patience will be rewarded when this guy moves and I can leisurely pass him, doing thirty, on this empty strip of desert highway.
This is the guy you want with you when facing a "fight or flight" situation. He's the one still considering the angry bear's intentions as you're slowly exiting stage left. Why would the bear want to give chase when it has Joe Bag O'Doughnuts just standing there? Whether he knows it or not, and probably not, he's bear poop.
to read the rest of my visibly unobstructed post, please follow this link to my blog, "The Path": Visibility: Ten Miles, Unobstructed