It’s a Small World After All

April 20, 2005

I just found out I know someone who lost a loved one in the train accident that occurred in January in California. A man tried to commit suicide by leaving his car on the train tracks. He bailed out at the last minute, realizing he didn’t want to leave life, but he took that decision away from eleven other people. A family I know lost a dear uncle, and their lives will never be the same.

It struck me that the strands holding the universe together are so interwoven we cannot see all the connections. Occasionally, however, we get a sense of the oneness that binds us. The game “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon” is not that far off. Reminds me of the ee cummings poem from ’95 Poems’ (1958):

No one and a star stand am to am
Flaming dream to dreaming flame . . .

It’s all so interconnected, and yet we feel so isolated. Such is life on the Bent Planet, no matter how small it seems.


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