Dag Hammarskjöld
Dag Hammarskjöld,
MarkingsIn the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
Stop This Train! I Want to Get Off!
Recurrent Dream.
I'm riding on a very narrow commuting train, one or two seats wide. It's always through a very hilly urban setting where the streets are also narrow, such that as you cross a street intersection, you have a very short moment to observe the happening in the street. One such moment comes whereby I notice something happening which is out of the normal, which is not legal or appropriate. I give a shout out. I want to stop the train. I want to go back. But I do not want to get off the train.
Later I am extensively interrogated. The interrogation is extremely invasive, as if I am a perpetrator. What's wrong with me if I was the only one who saw anything extraordinary? Do I have a psychological disorder? What's my agenda? I am subjected to blood tests. I undergo reenactments, back on the same train ride along the same route. And what do I see? I see much more than originally. I see victims of on-going nuclear warfare/radiation experiments. (In this day & age!?) My minders are incredulous!
How can I be the only one who sees what I see?
Perhaps you're seeing Fukushima....
ReplyDelete"Every man has a train of thought on which he rides when he is alone.
ReplyDeleteThe dignity and nobility of his life, as well as his happiness, depends
upon the direction in which that train is going, the baggage it carries,
the scenery through which it travels."
Joseph Newton