Appendix 1: Destroy Everything So That All That Remains is Naked Intuition

Do you feel it right now? Like a Northwest Pacific purring with violence in the center of your chest, just between your lungs -- a hot steel Beast in magma and claws -- which eyes the messed and messy world as so much grass and dirt, brushed easily aside by the road crews you summon with the wave of a hand/blink of an eye. A million Chinamen toil now for you, Chinamen created inside, each one a word you have written once or twice in the past, lead by their mighty Foremen The, Foremen Is, Foremen As, Foremen When. They spread your webs of track around the world like a Great Steel Internet, and soon your 10,000 locomotives are plowing through Limitations with their cattle-catchers set on "vapor". Yet when you feel spent, when the coal runs low and the steam subsides, just take a minute, breathe, and have a walk around the trestles you have created. A beaver burrows beneath a dam, two mice fight for a scrap of food in the middle of a switching yard, and a lone deer stares off to a spot just left of the sunset, standing still, standing blind.