Something happens when people drive; a sense of entitlement takes over as a driver talks over a cellphone and  drives through the red light in a school zone. A sense of self-importance takes hold of the driver as his BMW rushes to pass in the wrong lane, indifferent to the harm his actions may cause. The immediate honking and cursing when a car doesnt surge forward instantly at the change of a light is unneccessary. So, too, the bizarre rage from drivers if a car slows to let a passenger  cross in a crosswalk.

     Are bus drivers kinder people than car drivers? or do they become just as impatient  and self-centered when they themselves drive? What is at play here? is it a isolating nature of driving a car, where  the illusion of sovereignty obtains?  is it fear of some kind to push drivers to ignore laws and show contempt  for the safety and the well-being of others? And, if so, is this a fear of losing their place on the road-- or a deeper fear of losing their place in the social order? 

    Our car culture has been destroying us since it began: destroying our environment, destroying our sense of community, splintering our cities, detroying our countryside.  Riding the bus seems to restore something inside of us.

    No matter how fast we drive, or how many places we go, or how important we pride ourselves on being, what we really need from one another is Love and Warmth.   Without these we become furious and lonely. Without these, we are cold and alone in a world that hears us no more than we hear the world.

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