“…People who are lost in the mountains or wilderness, who either survive or die by the choices they make, at first fight to make their old maps work. They do everything possible to make the old maps fit the present circumstance—but they never can. In wilderness situations, this grasping goes on until the person is confronted with the fact that they’re about to die. They will survive only if they acknowledge that there’s no way out of their present peril; they must give up their old maps and acknowledge that they’re truly lost. Once they recognize this, they begin to notice where they really are, what’s going on, what’s useful information available here and now. They make new maps and find their way home.” Margaret Wheatley
underground
The Underground
Was traveling on the underground from Cockfosters to Heathrow
but was diverted to the magistrates who wanted me at Bow
I tried to get to Brixton to a friend I used to know
but went in the wrong direction and arrived in Walthamstow
Next I tried the cinema and thought of Leicester Square
but ended up in Hangar Lane and discovered nothing there
Baker Street promised food and I thought of a feast
but missed the change completely and turned up in Mill Hill East
Then I found a preacher who told me of King’s Cross
and promised the White City if I would only pay the cost
I started singing Abba songs as I came to Waterloo
then I changed to Chesham with the rich selected few
Living on the underground was a total fascination
as I stumbled on strange old feelings in every local station.
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