Bridges

 I have never been one to think that bridges could be classified as pharmacological agents, more specifically, mood stabilizers, though that is the mesmerizing, sedative type of effect that the bridge between the mainland and outer banks of North Carolina seems to have on some of my family members.  Curious, that a compilation of steel and concrete can have just as strong a psychosomatic effect as a benzodiazepine.   I am fully aware that is largely the association that this structure has to the official initiation of leisure, margin, pleasure and relaxation that induces this effect, but it still never ceases to amaze me the traversing of this particular structure has on one’s demeanor.  I suppose we ourselves are bridges, or at least that’s what one of my college chemistry textbooks told me.  I don’t remember the exact sentence, and myself disdain being misquoted, but the general premise was that “humans are nothing more than salt bridges that can conduct electricity.”  This sentence was suppose to encourage me to plunge with eagerness into a computation about ionization, but it had quite the opposite effect.  It rather encouraged to delve into the arena of philosophy, not chemistry.  I remember raising my hand and in one fluid motion declaring that “I am not merely a salt bridge” which was my informal declaration that this is not what protoplasm just happens to do at this temperature…