The Joy of Styrofoam

I didn’t expect to be enlightened on the 5 passing Dodger Stadium north-bound, but- A flatbed load of Styrofoam had spilled and was dancing on the road in small bits and huge chunks. We drove through them like they were nothing, bouncing all around off the windshields and hoods and sides. Wisdom flooded through us radiating an immediate encompassing bond as we passed this universe of nothing. We were, of course, the spaces between particles, the answer to physics. The answer to everything! The mystery was revealed, The mirages understood. There are no barriers. Only those we put there ourselves. The sun-glassed man in the flatbed nodded at me and then off he went- the 2 North.