Way back in the days of the wild-west in a dusty one horse town a heavy set bearded man pulled up to the saloon on his horse, he parked at the tie up post thing and pushed through the swinging doors in a manner that drew the attention of all the other patrons.
He was clad in a weathered leather jacket and chaps, two six shooters holstered to his waist and a heavy grey beard covered his face. He strode heavy footed toward the bar every step emphasized with the ringing of his spurs.
The other patrons stopped and watched quietly as he ordered up a stiff scotch and gulped it down in one swallow. “Ahhhh,” he slammed the glass back down on the counter.
Then he turned to the men and shone a charismatic smile. “Gentlemen I have a plan that will revolutionize the way mankind travels across the land and I will need many good strong men to help me make it a reality.”
One patron broke the tense silence, raising his hand timidly he asked, “Fine sir, please tell us of your great plan.”
“This invention is a chariot of types. It will not be pulled by a horse though it will be driven by a machine that contains things moving forth and back that connect to other bobs that spin other bobs round and round.”
One patron in the back corner snorted with a chuckle, “Ha, sounds like a bunch of witchcraft to me!”
The large man was quick to throw back the side of his coat and place a hand on his pistol, “you accusing me of trickery?”
The smile quickly neutralised on the accusing man’s face, “no sir, of course…please continue. Ummm what kind of powers will cause these things and bobs to act?”
“Oh yes,” the man relaxed the grip on his shooter as he continued stroking his beard as if making up the unknowns as the questions were asked. “We will…well, we will need a fuel of types. Yes something that we can put inside the contraption that can be ignited and explode. We will contain that force and that will be our power. The contrap…ah…e…ng…in, yes the engine is what the thing shall be called. It will be made of very strong, heavy steel. To get this steel we will have to mine deep into the earth with dynamite and shovels, we will need much steel as many of the chariot components will also be made from the same material.”
Another patron spoke, “and the fuel sir, where would we get such a fuel required?”
“Oh yes, the fuel, we will need vast quantities of fuel for these chariots will be gluttonous beasts. And we will find such reserves deep inside the earth. But we will not have to mine for these.”
The patrons faces eased in relief.
“Instead we will drill! Yes drill thousands of meters into the earth with a drill more massive than any before!”
“Sir this project sounds incredibly difficult, what will be the big advantage to traveling in such manner?”
“Speed my good man, speed! We will be able to cover thousands of miles in a day and haul massive amounts of weight without having to deal with tired horses. Fully customizable as well so we can express ourselves with fancy paint jobs, custom rims, naked lady mud flaps and exhaust pipes that will resonate through our testicles!”
“Yes but sir, surely our wooden wheels will not stand for such punishment?”
“Yes I suppose you’re right about that. Well we will find a better, more suited material; like finely braided steel wires covered in something durable and flexible…let’s call it rubber. And instead of travel across the harsh surface of the land we will lay paths of a smooth molten rock that hardens in time. We will have to move the mountains and build sturdy bridges that span the waterways.”
“But sir, surely as we will all be restricted to a single path there will be many accidents?”
“Hmmm, yes I guess that could be…we will erect metal stands with signage that must be obeyed by motorists and we will need a person stationed at each stand to change the signs accordingly.”
One patron in the back had finally heard enough of this crazy man’s ramblings and felt his opinion was shared by all the other simpletons. “Sir, in all honesty this plan seems wildly ridiculous. Mining and drilling deep into the earth for minerals and resources then moving mountains and laying a smooth path of molten rock across the country, rubber and manned sign posts. I mean I like the idea of something jiggling my testicles but in reality this plan sounds less energy efficient and more primitive than traveling as we do now by horse and buggy.”
The stranger knew that for his plan to work he could have no man question his authority so with lightning reflexes he drew his pistol aimed straight at the man’s forehead with precision accuracy and…
Out of thin air, right in the middle of the saloon appeared another man with a dark beard clad in flowing white robes and comfortable form fitting sandals. He seemed slightly dizzied and disoriented for a moment before he righted himself and scanned his new surroundings.
“Duuude!” he spoke and then raised his hands wide with a triumphant smile turning round to all the slack jawed onlookers. “My fellow men, my brothers, I have done it! Only but a moment ago I was in the mountains to the north harvesting and sampling new breeds of mushrooms when I had great insight to our world and it’s workings. My friends I have just now proven that everything we know, the dirt, the air, water and yes, even our very beings are made up of the same energy. And I have now proven this by mentally teleporting myself to this small tavern, to a place I wished to travel where I could share my findings and teach others. This will truly revolutionize the way man travels across the land, across the world!”
The patrons looked from one stranger to the next deciding which man to follow. Each proposal seemed equally as impossible and ridiculous as the other but in one direction they would be subjected to excruciating manual labour drilling, digging and putting their lives at risk to develop a means of travel that is basically the same as what they are doing now. Following the other would involve doing little more than sitting in the saloon sipping whiskey and sampling various fungi in attempt to enhance their minds to develop a method that would be an entirely new way of travel.
An excited man stood up in the front row pointing at the robed stranger. “We are with you hippie man!” And the bar erupted in cheers.
The dark leather clad stranger turned his gun on the robed man and shot him dead. The next day all the men in the small town got to work on what we now know as the automobile and here we are today.
The moral to the story is that as impossible as mental teleportation seems to us now, so was the idea of developing the automobile and the road system back in the day. Nothing is impossible, we’ve moved mountains, we’ve spanned the waters, we’ve conquered the skies, the oceans and even outer space. All of this was witchcraft at one time but it came to be because people believed. That’s all it takes is to believe, that simple and we all need to realize that now more than ever.