There are bridges that impress me for their remarkable engineering, others that make their mark on my imagination because of their beauty, or conversely, their simplicity.
I also love hiking through wilderness. Often I have seen the obvious signs of human wanderings because of a tree trunk laid carefully across a ravine, or a primitive style bridge engineered ‘on the fly’ by some one needing access to the other side.
In military schools thick textbooks are used on the subject of taking out enemy bridges. It disrupts supply lines and transport of troops to key areas. If they were not vital, why bother? One hundred more military textbooks are devoted to temporarily re-building the bridges that were destroyed so we can use them ourselves after the enemy territory is secured.
So we build them in peace and we destroy them in war. Does this sound familiar? It sounds like a lot of our personal relationships to me.
I find myself analyzing some relationships of the past, wondering about bridges burned and sacked.
Some bridges I wish were still in place. Others, well lets just say I’m thinking I never needed to be on the other side.