I think we’re on a train. We can move freely through the cars. We can even stroll to the engine of the train and control the speed and trajectory of the vehicle. But, as mortals, we are bound to stay on the tracks.
It isn’t a punishment to be stuck on tracks. Up ahead, just over the mountain is the train station. Everyone you love is waiting for you at that mountain town. They know how beautiful the view is from the tracks up to that paradise. That is why they don’t want you to arrive ahead of time. They want you to enjoy the view up to that heavenly mountain home.
Some of your loved ones are in a train-car behind you. They have a booth reserved for dinner. It is a window seat to the alpine climb, and your favorite meal is at your spot at the table. They’re already at the booth laughing and having a joyous time.
But, all you can think about is making that **** train speed up. You go sit at the booth with your loved ones thinking that it will take your mind off of the locomotive; and it does for a little while.
A breath of fresh air consumes you.