It is written that the leaders of men shall have access to a mighty weapon. It will be simple in its design, but tormenting in its power. It shall be found between their legs; and it shall be called a “bicycle”.
It is further written that those destined to lead shall find much favour in this “bicycle”, for its power is hidden and implicit. And the leaders shall be fêted by its beauty and boast of its lightness and swiftness; and shall spend much fortune on it, and adorn it with all manner
of finery.
These actions will confound many, for whom the power of this “bicycle” is unseen.
But the power is secret, and shall be known only to those who deem themselves chosen. They shall assemble in small congregations for the purpose of spreading the word and drawing strength from a common purpose. And this purpose shall be known as “exercise”, and it is itself a path to great power.
But power demands labour, and wielding this bicycle shall bring much moisture upon the brow of its users. Such moisture shall spread and bring dankness upon their being and give rise to an air of rich fetidness.
Yet, this shall be carried as a symbol of pride in their toil and deemed worthy of respect. Most will think not.
Most will meet such displays of industriousness with discontent and disbelief, and wonder if it could not be attained away from public view, some distance from where it interferes with the idle ways of others; for it makes them feel uncomfortable and lowly.
The users of the bicycle shall relish their ranking and find every opportunity to display
it openly.
They shall take on new robes to command these instruments. Such robes will announce the boldness of their wearer and shall be called “lycra shorts”. Such robes will fit badly and bring blindness to any who cast eyes
upon them.
But such ignobility of fashion and dubiousness of choice of leaders is the lot for those who must follow them.
It is necessary that some will court disfavour for the benefit of others. It shall always be that some will step up, while others will watch and wait for direction.
It is written so because man has consumed the earth without care. He has riven a path consumed with desire for great wealth, and left in his wake a trail of destruction.
And so the leaders of men shall declare an end to such travesty and step forth to declare that it shall be so no more, and that the reason for change is good. Most will think not.
But care not the leaders shall, for their legation is just and their commandment shall be cast from a high ground that is moral.
Upon ascending this bicycle, they shall cast their eyes down upon those in their horseless carriage and announce: “No forests have been laid waste for my purpose; no precious nectar has been drawn from beneath the ground to propel me; no panda has died in my name.”
And they shall wield their power by spoiling the path of the horseless carriage. They shall clutter in groups and lay waste the laws of the land that govern such paths.
They shall inch across borders they consider beneath them, and pour scorn upon the lights that show others the way. They shall ride abreast at gentle pace, for the outdoors is their friend.
They shall ignore the calls for order and haste. They shall do so because they deem their cause as just and without precedence. Most will
think not.
Most will raise their fists and cast curses upon those with bicycles between their legs, and vex them for their folly. Some will wish them ill; some will make it so. And there will be much anguish.
Senates shall address such disorder with edicts that will bring change upon the paths that all shall follow. Latitude shall be awarded to those of the bicycle, yet they will demand more, and dictate that it should be so. Most will think not.
But is disfavour not the eternal destiny for those who lead and take the path that others shun by choice? Is this not the burden they must bear by striding forth from the well-trodden ground to search for new ventures and opportunity for others?
Such moves are not popular, for they demand courage and industry.
It is why only some shall think it best to choose the bicycle – most will think not.
Daryl Ilbury

Mister Wong
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