Vendor No. 2

You could not find a better definition of the Speed Force theorem than Joe Kelly's (JLA 82) "infinite realm of velocity that feeds all motion in the universe: lumbering pirouette of planets; ricochet tango of sub-atomic particles; the racing of the human heart for love and fear - from this source springs all of the Flash's power."

In opposition, Philip K. Dick's Kipple Theory states all are naturally subject to entropy, clutter, disorder. For example, stricken by lyme disease, Clarence retires, succumbing to a critical dismishment of energy.

Atrocitus taunts the bound Sinestro (GL 36) "you believe fear to be the most powerful force in the universe? Fear is inaction. Fear is hiding away. Rage is action."

To which Sinestro sneers, "rage is uncontrollable."

We've spoken previously of balance: Russell Kirk adds, "for an order to live, both permanence and progress are necesary."

How?

Andrew O'Hagen describes Arthur Miller as "a sort-of-Marxist committed primarily to self-discovery and the ousting of Fascism."

Beyond politics, per se, we note, prior to an action, GL swears an Oath.

Sister Eileen prays the hours.

In contrast to Kelly, Dick, and Atrocitus, according to the Junction Model, discovered by Advanced Sedentary Physics (ASP) pioneer, Joseph P. Carson, elements naturally reside at rest, neither speeding forth, nor falling victim to entropy, thereby enabling the reinterpretatation of ancient journeys in managable dimensions, as follows:

James Madison, on his way to Princeton, in 1769, riding 30 to 40 miles a day, from Orange, to Fredericksburg, crossing the Rappahannock, and Aquia Creek, through Quantico, Dumfries, Colchester, over the Occoquan, by Stafford Court House, through Dumfries, past Pohick, to Georgetown and beyond.

The same irreducible principle applies in regards to tracing the route of Jackson-in-the-Valley utilizing contemporary Virginia road maps.

Passing the corner of Independence & 12th daily after work, a shortcut crosses a flower vendor luring commuters in need of a bouquet.

After Vendor No. 1, with whom I'd become familiar was arrested, I'd grown fond of Vendor No. 2.

When I told him, Tuesday, I would not be passing this way again, he began to tell long tales of retirement and how selling flowers passes the time.

I wanted to learn more but had to catch my train.