That’s the train of the imagination. It goes anywhere your mind wishes it to go, but there is a difference; the train travels circularly, so it takes time to get to its destination, meaning it would only get you there on its own time when it feels like when is time for you and me to be dropped off at the station of life. People who ride the train don’t realize they are inside of an hourglass or a clock world; it’s their reality. Do we know what kind of world we inhabit? Over the years, there have been many weird concepts. Is our life a dream? Are we living in a virtual reality world? Is a black hole a gigantic imaging system? The people in the train might be living in a circular reality; each part of the circle that is lived is different; it’s a life that seems to go in a straight line, and even when the process is traveled so many times, the experience is always different, meaning one revolution is unique to the traveler.

Is there a place where the curvature of the hourglass comes to be touched by a traveler who tries to find the end of that world? No matter how far the traveler goes, they will never see the curvature of the glass barrier. Perhaps it’s like trying to find the end of the universe.

For some, the train is a train; for other passengers, it’s their world with lands across the ocean, cities, towns, and lonely places; every passenger or traveler has their reality that they see and live, imagining the others are part of the reality that they are living.

Robert J. Matsunaga