Run-Away Train

<June 29/14.> Sometimes I’d swear I’m living on a run-away train.

Actually, I’m pretty sure of it! :)

I think we all are, far as that goes.

It’s …



At times

Shall we just very understatedly say.



Sometimes I run away. Run away

From the run-away train.

(Is this even possible?

Running away

From the run-away train we all live on?

Technically, I suppose not.

But then, I am not very technical

Shall we just very politely say.

:)  )

So I pretend

Pretend I’ve climbed down off the nasty, run-away beast.

I am here, now.

Away from the run-away train

That run-away train

That is running away with all of us.

All of us soundly on board

Whether we know it or not

(for most, I think, not?)

& it is glorious, here. Utterly.

Glorious to step off that R-A-T

(even though I know all the while

this illusion of escape is only, after all

an illusion)

I’ve returned to the pretty bubble-y town

The one I once lived in

(even those who live here know they live in a bubble :)  )

The place that is so very, very beautiful

The one where life is beautiful ALL the time

(Even when it’s not

& often, of course, it’s not, or at least, not for everyone)

But go & tell the river that.

Tell the hills

the trees

& the beautiful sandy beaches

That it is not beautiful here all the time.

For it is, it is!

Not merely beautiful, but stunning

More trees than you can count

More river than you can drink, or drink in, even

More beauty than you can fathom.

I catch my breath here, often

& breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe it all in.

Gratefully, soooo gratefully. :) :) :) :)

A person is bound to ask

Why would anyone in her right mind

Leave this magical place??

Why did I leave?


I had my reasons

Constellation of reasons, in fact

For needing to run away

(I did need to go.)

Ah, yes.

That run-away train

I guess it was calling to me.


(Using the term loosely

Ever so loosely indeed)

Is a run-away train

It ran away on the human race millennia ago, now

It’s just that it’s sped up the pace so

This century. This past decade or two.

Now we finally know it’s a run-away train

(those of us who do know

who feel it viscerally)

It feels

Everything feels

So out of control.

& it is, it is!


Nothing is under control.

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A few relevant quotations

On the dangers of un-guided technology: “We are aboard a train which is gathering speed, racing down a track on which there are an unknown number of switches leading to unknown destinations. No single scientist is in the engine cab and there may be demons at the switch. Most of society is in the caboose, looking backward.” – Ralph Lapp, Scientist-turned-writer

“The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.” – Bliss Carman, Canadian poet (1861-1929)

“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief.

Do justly, now.

Love mercy, now.

Walk humbly, now.

You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.”

The Talmud

“Even after all this time

The sun never says to the earth,

‘You owe me.’

Look what happens with a love like that.

It lights the whole sky.”

Hafiz, from 'The Gift.'

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains. – Walt Whitman, poet (1819-1892)

“What’s important is not what’s gone, but what remains.” ~ from the film ‘Home’ 

Why are we here? Mark Vonnegut (son of writer Kurt Vonnegut) says: “We are here to help each other through this, whatever this is.” (KV last speech)