Jack’s invitation to investigate the quandry that–no matter what insights come “you are still stuck in the position of being the one who knows.” Â could be addressed if we were able to truly become the “conductor” of knowledge (not its owner).
But whenever I day dream about taking a cross-country trip on the train (the train of time, speeding through space, with the landscape of knowledge passing by on the other side of gigantic plate glass windows) I’m always sitting in the dinning car with a linen table cloth, heavy silver ware, and a menu placed before me by a waiter who never stumbles as the train lurches and sways across the broad tortoise back of Planet Earth. Â I’m never punching tickets, carrying suitcases, listening to passengers complain that they paid for a room not an upper bunk. Â “What? Â I can’t bring my dog onto this train?”
I guess this is my “self” talking, but as a conductor of knowledge, how does one learn the art of tasting and savoring the knowledge that passes through our conducting minds, like the fine Italian wine served with the Amtrac special of the evening, somewhere between Albuqueque and Los Angeles? Â Just asking. Â — Michael
