I love it when another train passes you by, but it’s only going slightly faster than the one you’re on. You get to make eye contact with the passengers on the other train and share a moment: "Hey, you’re on a train too!"
I love the sidewalk slalom of pedestrian rush hour in the city. Where you’re totally in flow, just narrowly missing people on all sides as you determinedly forge a path through them, guided by the GPS system of your exo-consciousness.
Of course, the second you start consciously thinking about it, that’s when you start bumping into people. Sometimes it’s fun - and sometimes necessary - to just stop and stand in place when a collision seems imminent. Let the other people flow around your resolute stillness.
I wish I could do this more on a psychological, emotional and spiritual level. But I guess if that’s my intention, then someday it may be so.
Sometimes just stopping dead in your tracks seems like a pedestrian power play, but if you think about it spiritually, it is. Just let all the negativity, the cacophonous congestion, pass around your calm centeredness.
That’s what I do when I’m detraining in Fairfield - I just stop for one minute and let the herds and hordes fight their way up the narrow staircase to the overpass, and I go when the way is clear.