story - Once upon a time...

There was a boy who liked to say "why?" Not in a malicious way, just an inquisitive one, because that's the type of boy he was. He would say 'Why does the universe work like this?' or 'Why can't everything be much better?' or, when he was stressed: 'Why is this person being unpleasant?' (the age-old question of the universe)

A long time ago, the boy stepped onto a train. Since then, the train has carried him a very long way, and he has learned to lean on the train with all of his weight. The train has taken him places he would never have gone, meeting people he would never have met, and, he envisages that it will be correct way to progress into life after death.

Recently though, he started particularly asking questions on the train. He started picking at the surface - seeing what lay beneath. He stuck his head down to see where the pistons worked, and where the steam went, and how the cogs meshed together. And the more he found out, the more he discovered that there was to know, and more he knows, the less he understands.

HOWEVER > the train carries on going. He doesn't understand how it works, but it keeps going, and carries him along. He doesn't need to know how it works, just as long as it does. He'll carry on relying on it, leaning with his full weight upon it, having faith in it. Whatever he learns about the train will never convince him that the train doesn't work; 'science tells us that the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly' ! He knows that the train is working because he's on it.

And therefore, every thought and every story must be read in the light of this one - that no matter how confused he may get, the boy continues to travel by train. He will let you know if he ever decides that he was deceived, and wasn't travelling by train at all, but until that day, the boy carries on leaning with his full weight, going places he would never have gone, meeting people he never would have met, and increasingly doing things you really shouldn't do.

all the best,

D.