“We all woke up this morning and we had with it the amazing return of our conscious mind. We recovered minds with a complete sense of self and a complete sense of our own existence — yet we hardly ever pause to consider this wonder.” ~
“The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do his best to, even though he suspected that his child’s words and child’s deeds didn’t make much difference. It had stood there before he was born, and would be standing there after he was dead, but perhaps, even so, it was pleased that he stroked its bark every time he passed, and sometimes, when he was sure he wasn’t observed, even pressed his cheek against it.” ~
Why trains? Movement, power. Community, adventure. But mostly I just love Amtrak. I’ve traveled well over 10,000 miles on Amtrak. Just as an aside, I have also traveled over 10,000 miles on bicycles. Without elaborating further, if at all, the train represents irreversible change. And a chance to get away for a spell, moving along in a rarefied environment. They even serve beer. Another cool thing about trains is . . . I get giggles when I hear someone say that they ate magic mushrooms, or Ecstasy, or ayahuasca, whatever, and they had this big revelation that time is an illusion. My first reaction to such talk is to give rise to my best confused look and ask “Compared to what?”. I’ve written here before about bending time. It can be done. Last week I tried to explain it to a friend who asked how to do it. All told, I’m not sure I succeeded in explaining it to her. My bad. For me the key to bending time is to get your silly head out of the much too common notion that “There’s not enough time!”; “There aren’t enough hours in the day”; “So much to do, so little time”; “I’m late for work”. Listen: there is plenty of time. Deal with it. To bend time, and maybe get to work on time, even though you don’t have enough actual time to safely do so, you have to take responsibility for how much time you have been using . . . So, maybe you ran out of time. And you don’t have enough . . . geez . . . you used too much and you don’t have enough, so you are simply going to have to make time. That’s what bending time is in essence all about. You make time to get to work on time. I know, it doesn’t make sense. But it does work, though not every time. I just kinda wandered off topic, but not really. Inside the train, moving through the countryside, time is different, even slower. And if you read a book while underway you are really messing with time. It’s quite amazing to me. It takes 24 hours, on schedule, all stops considered, for the Southwest Chief to get from Santa Fe to Chicago. If you play your cards right you can find many more than 24 hours in that 24 hours. Both trains and bicycles have shown me this.
Speaking of time, it’s time for me to stop what I am doing here and publish this post. What I am doing here is not writing, it is data entry. Writing, for me, is a continuum. Choosing and applying words is . . . . sigh, I’m getting my mind all in a twist here. It’s a big topic, full of puzzles. Ain’t it odd that I used to punch a time clock, but now I click a mouse. Yeh, it’s just weird, that’s all. And boy howdy I do enjoy some good weirdness on occasion, even if I have to make time for it.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.