"I have to do this...I've been thinking about it all day...either I do it now or it won't happen.
And it's got to happen. Do...do you understand what little I have told you? I mean, you
must understand...you stand on the edge all the time. Come on, tell me that I am not insane.
I'm not crazy but I am. Well, maybe not...you know what I mean...what is happening is crazy.
You see over there, that building...what is going on in there is insanity."
He looked at me with the eyes of a sky diver who was getting ready to take a very crucial
jump. And his finger pointed toward a glass and steel structure that reflected the world around
it with subtle nonchalance.
I gave him a sleepy smile and replied, "You go do what you have to do. I mean we're here, aren't
we? So you're already doing it. I believe that you are doing the right thing. Now go on and I'll
sit here and take a nap."
I yawned and slid lower in the seat.
"Okay" he whispered and for one tense moment, he stared through the windshield at the rows
of cars parked around him.
Then he turned to me and said, "Stay in the car. Don't talk to anyone. Just try to make yourself
invisible. I will back as quickly as I can."
Later on that day, we stood like soldiers...beside the Interstate battlefield. The moment of
separation had come. And it seemed so surreal to know that something very important had just
happened and no one else knew about it...yet.
"You know that I will never see you again. I won't ever admit that I met you, either." he said.
I grinned at him, this Don Quixote of the dark Internet world...wielding a sword with a sharper
blade than the enemy realized.
"You did good, kid." I simply said. Then I turned around, disconnected and walked away
from the road.
*Like a light curl connecting across the world*--Ruth Rader.