Regenesis

This makes me wonder a lot about people’s intentions, although it seems to be about science.

I am on a train in a tunnel on the way from Vienna back to Linz and the train has stopped.

That gives me time again to consider the question: Can we simply stop?

Stop? Sit and watch?

Watch the flowers grow, the water flow by, the clouds pass?

Or do we have to be faster, ever faster to escape doom, to run to the hills, to act as quickly as possible? Be quick or be dead?

The real Regenesis would not be a material one; it would be one of our minds.

I am a preacher of slowness, of solitude, emptiness and nothing.

Not even that. I am a passenger in a quiet world, I don’t move, I sit still even at high speeds. Yes

Regenesis: Why would we want to change something that is recreated every instant.

Why, I wonder?