by Robert Louis Stevenson, we plunge into the joy of pure momentum. We find ourselves on a train, gazing out of the window at the landscape frantically whooshing by outside. Faster than "fairies" and "witches," the train seems to outstrip all the marvels and miracles of superstition. As Arthur C. Clarke's said, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."Curiously, however, from our perspective--warm and snug in our seat--it is the not the train that moves but all the "bridges and houses, hedges and ditches." The mind remains still while the earth becomes a blur.
from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading of 'From a Railway Carriage' by Robert Louis Stevenson
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