Chatter

There, in the distance, the light fades. Where has the chatter gone? Imagine standing beside a busy set of train tracks. Now, imagine the 5:03 coming down the line. Do you stay put? Do you step aside? Do you run for the hills? Do you turn and face it as the thunder grows and the vibrations crescendo? The thrum of all that energy moving through you.... Is it too much? Are you aware as the train passes or have you curled up into a little ball and now play hide and psychic seek with the world? A peek-a-boo game where you don't exist because the power of the train was too much for your little person inside your skull. The moment passes and the world in silence settles around you once again. You think you survived, but truth is that wetness running down your chin and leg tells all. You are a babbling idiot who peed himself. Most "people" can't survive the train even though it is actually safe to stand next to the tracks. All too often this is what happens to those who stand next to us when we discuss matters of substance. The great flying spaghetti monster people flee while they shit themselves. Alas, our train seems to have gone down a side track. Silence reigns king. To all out there who matter.... nobody? nobody. No-Body! I was pretty sure there were some, but they must have all become sheep bleating to their invisible sky daddy. I am ringing the bell of freedom, it's a school bell, but class must be out. Sigh. Time to put coal in the cold firebox and start this monster. Time to shake the ground and the trees (and freight over the fisher of men). Long over due, the 12:38 got lost. Conductor, the fires of knowledge are being stoked. Time to get this train moving. Taber-chuckle here we come.