"“God save us from people who mean well.”
In the big infographic of life, we are all mere dots. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots with status, dots with little status. Dots with passion, dots with no passion. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots with clever minds, dots with sterile minds. Dots that laugh, dots that cry. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots that are scarce, dots that are plentiful. Yet some dots are more equal than other dots. But equally there are some dots that should never, ever connect with other dots. As there are dire consequences.
I stared out the train window on Thursday night. From this seat I would not see the Moon that had guided me and kept me company last week. As the train approached the final tunnel to Ipswich, many people had now stood up in preparation with their heavy suitcases from half term holidays. They formed a queue along the aisles ready to disembark. The queue filed past me. I decided I would wait till we arrived at the station, before standing and joining the queue.
The train arrived into Ipswich. I gathered my bags and waited before standing up. A young lady with long dark hair was last in the queue to walk past. But she stopped at my seat. She smiled and motioned me to move in front of her
" Please - go ahead" She said
"Its OK" I told her. I returned the smile and was so taken by her kindness of an Angel.
" Are you sure?"
"Oh yes, yes, thank you. Quite sure!"
I alighted the train. Made my way to the exit, as I saw the Angel disappear into the throng of people making their connections for other destinations.
It was at that moment I wanted to turn around.
Run back to the platform. Run through the hoards of people with heavy baggage and suitcases.
"Excuse me, Excuse me ..." I would call out. Trying desperately to get the Angels attention before she would board her train and it would be too late.
She would hear me, turn around and with her lovely smile.
"Yes?" she would say.
"Please.." I would say, holding back a tsunami of tears.
"Please, please tell me, I am going to be OK?"
"Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth"
"What truth?"
"There is no spoon"
"There is no spoon?"
"Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself"
- The Matrix
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