Train

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Whatever spark of divine lightning or universe-crossed puff of God's breath, or whatever unknowable chemistry of matching elements into compounds of living organisms in endless forms, all infused with the same creation current pulsing into new beings every moment passing but actually one unending moment, and we're in it, the illusion of motion as if there is something called time passing, the forceful train forging forward, and we're on it, hanging out the window, earnestly looking ahead.