Let us visit a world of runners for a little while. It is a world where everyone is running in one way or other, for one reason or another. Some animals are running away from their fierce enemies, stronger species. Some animals are trying to catch their dinner, weaker species. A dog here or two dogs there are stretching their legs after a long sleep. An average velocity for a being in this world is 15.0034 km/hour (sleeping time included). Shortest run is not considered a goal or something to seek for, so is not counted. Longest run – one crazy sifaka jumped up and started running a second after it was born – and is still running! Sifaka’s are also considered the most beautiful runners: either flying from one tree to another or hopping on the ground, almost dancing. We can simply define this world of runners as a runnersworld, or R-World, where R stands for run.

Let us create a human being in this R-World, a relatively slow runner (one that brings the average velocity down, could be not 15.0034, but 15.0039, or even 15.0040!). He’s training, running in a stadium, trying to improve his time, improve humanity’s position in the R-World. Now, who is he? Does it matter to us? In the R-world, all we need to know is that he completes one stadium lap in 24 seconds.  Is he in any way important? He might be, because I want us to create a situation for him. If he and all R-World was like a doll-play, we could move all the figures ourselves. Let us do just that. From here on is a fragment of one such doll-play.

A human being is running, putting all his energy into completing another lap, and another, maybe improving his time. Suddenly, he hears a shout, something behind his back, and turns his head, still running. It’s another runner, another human being, running towards him with ever greater speed. What does he want? A doll-player who creates a play, now, thinks that he had created a play, the figures are in their places. But what next? They can’t just keep on doing what they are doing – it would be just the same R-world, with all it’s runs and runs-after. Hence we leave the play, and just think about what we have created.

One man running after another, wanting something, even angry. Why? If we know that they have nothing in common, why don’t they just pass each other? Maybe the R-World is just like any other? In so many world that we might imagine, we can create a situation with a runner. It does not have to be R-World, any is fine, just with a runner. So we can leave the world of runners.

What have we learnt? Not much, because the doll-play is just a stage, without any emotions, motives, just with a set-up. A set-up for running away. To really feel the tension, the position of such a set-up, we must experience it ourselves. It can be ugly – if someone’s running after you, wanting to hurt you. It can be fun, if you just run away from a-wanting-to-shake-hands friend, or after an exam, without saying goodbye to your mates. Is it a situation we should fear, ignore, shy off, or face, encounter, challenge?…

Also, there’s a nice song with the same name “Runaway” by The National

A dreamer

A little boy cries out for his mother or father after a scary dream. What is it that he dreamt? Was it a dragon, a witch, or was he running, but not getting anywhere, or drowning, but not fully?
He’s given a cold glass of water, and after that everything’s alright. The boy forgets the tension, the scare, the dream, and sleeps again.
Until, again,  the boy is waken from his sleep – but it’s not his who’s fault it is.
His little sister, Ann, cries out this time around. What is the problem? Who’s hurt? Who dares disturb me on such late an hour? The thoughts run through boy’s mind.
It is a dream, a dream that makes him wonder. It makes him wonder, why does he wake at 2 o’clock, at 4 o’clock, but not half past 2, not half past 4. It is the reason, too.
When the boy brushes his teeth, makes all the necessary preparations, and goes to sleep, it seems just like an ordinary ritual, that everybody does. Yet it is different, entirely different, because, when sleeping, boy lives in his own world. Not in someone’s else, but in his. It is a world that he creates.
How can the boy understand, then, the cry of his little sister, Ann, when she cries out of hers, entirely different, sleeping world. What’s the connection?
The girl is given cold glass of water, too, but little that’s in common. Oh, did she dream of scary monster, or speedy racer, it was not the same. Even, if Ann dreamt running, but not getting anywhere, it was not as little boys, because it is entirely different world, her own creation.
How then can mother, or father understand, what happens inside their children mind’s? What if they have forgotten the sleep themselves, not dreamt for years? Should they even say: drink this glass, and never dream that ugly dream again, if it’s that dream.. a dream that makes them special?
A dream, that makes us dreamers, all of us. Like little boys, or girls, or boys that was, or girls that was. No matter, is it scary, or lovely, or exploitative, we can enjoy it. A dreamers’ nation.