12-22-2006, 03:44 PM
"...God tips his hat. All great tragedy is somehow foreshadowed. All too often these warnings are ignored."
- Eckhart Tolle
They say that the desertion rate along the CN rail line was highest in Ontario while the track was being built. Temptation was abundant, the Canadian sheild was a bitch to blast through, and there were plenty of places where errant and undiscplined workers could simply quit and run-off.
I'm sure that when the track was being built, in the shadow of what is now Yorkdale Shopping Centre, most unmotivated workers would step into the open field that now houses this commercial catheter. As they smoked their opium, the visions of a Century hence would have filled them with such fear that they would do all they could to stop progress in this corner of the Province. That's why they deserted.
Somehow, they knew. Somehow, they were cursed with images of the future. They could tell that here, in this vile place, an unmitigated agony would exist each holiday season.
Warnings must have been etched in the stone near the site. Calls to avoid building a Republic for Bannana's where gift cetificates require a two hour wait must have seemed baffeling to the locals. But now we understand.
There must have been forewarning. If there's a God, he or she must have done everything within divine power to alert people of what would one day happen here.
I have seen Hell my friends. It is the concorse level when 50% off is announced at Mexx. There was pushing and shoving as if the last life boat was splashing down. It is an electronics shop that features iPod give-aways and a species of shopper who screams upon hearing it. It is a parking lot so over-crowded; it allows one time to read most any book cover to cover as if it were a Macleans magazine.
I have seen Hell my friends. Its colour is red, and its theme song is "Santa Baby."
There must have been forewarning.
- Eckhart Tolle
They say that the desertion rate along the CN rail line was highest in Ontario while the track was being built. Temptation was abundant, the Canadian sheild was a bitch to blast through, and there were plenty of places where errant and undiscplined workers could simply quit and run-off.
I'm sure that when the track was being built, in the shadow of what is now Yorkdale Shopping Centre, most unmotivated workers would step into the open field that now houses this commercial catheter. As they smoked their opium, the visions of a Century hence would have filled them with such fear that they would do all they could to stop progress in this corner of the Province. That's why they deserted.
Somehow, they knew. Somehow, they were cursed with images of the future. They could tell that here, in this vile place, an unmitigated agony would exist each holiday season.
Warnings must have been etched in the stone near the site. Calls to avoid building a Republic for Bannana's where gift cetificates require a two hour wait must have seemed baffeling to the locals. But now we understand.
There must have been forewarning. If there's a God, he or she must have done everything within divine power to alert people of what would one day happen here.
I have seen Hell my friends. It is the concorse level when 50% off is announced at Mexx. There was pushing and shoving as if the last life boat was splashing down. It is an electronics shop that features iPod give-aways and a species of shopper who screams upon hearing it. It is a parking lot so over-crowded; it allows one time to read most any book cover to cover as if it were a Macleans magazine.
I have seen Hell my friends. Its colour is red, and its theme song is "Santa Baby."
There must have been forewarning.
