My experiences in observing apparent others (and myself) often reveals a channel for something unique to arise. These “uniquelings” come quickly and, if not written down, disappear as suddenly as they arrived.
The overwhelming majority of us have purchased our ticket and rode on the very track described here. When the whistle blows will you climb back on board?
Once upon a now there was a girl
stuck in the how, lost in the world,
who traveled back and forth
on a track with no space between the cars
An uncoupling of the story
would bring a return to peaceful glory
But for now…
………. clickety clack…
……………….. clickety clack…
………………………… clickety clack…
