A hitchhiker is an h-itch : hhiker. Those h letters have a lot more meaning than anyone imagines. The indicate distinct orders of origin, travel, and derivation. These orders comprise a unity and it is transentient. Much ‘more than merely alive’. To ache for and achieve travel amongst them, into and for them… is the hhh itch-iker way.

Now it is easy to be the wrapping paper; one whose thumb engages the attentions of the drivers of human machines. This is but a pose, a hallmark card, an advertisement. Once you learn that you can do the dance, you want to find out where it originated. Because, as should be obvious, cars were not the original vehicles, and, indeed, barely qualify as a vehicle at all.

There are kinds of cars and modes of drivers that ‘owned’ humans are too easily terrified to imagine. And a hitchiker … becomes famous, over time. Not amongst the human drivers of cars, but amongst the orginary beings and vehicles that all of human activity mimic. There is a ladder in the sky whose roads are the capillaries of Eternity. If you don’t graduate from human culture, you’ll imagine any sort of trip a success; but once you’ve been outside?

No mortal car nor road will ever hold your interest. And your thumb? Well, let’s just say that a star can be understood as a certain ‘kind of thumbprint’.