The Train of Causality: Motion Without Destination (AI GENERATION)

Emptiness

A train flickers into view—yet it does not arrive.

Dark clouds gather—then dissolve. Not as an event, but as a rhythm. Ignorance arises, but does it persist? Or does it, too, vanish even as it forms?

Light pierces the sky—yet fades just as easily. Vijja, wisdom, emerges—but if it is held, does it remain wisdom at all?

The train moves—not forward, not back—only the play of unfolding conditions. Mind appears, vanishes—intent, distraction, clarity, fog. Which remains? Which never was?

This is Samudaya, arising—not as a thing, but as a moment in emptiness. This is Nirodha, ceasing—not as absence, but as the quieting of grasping.

Both move together. Never apart.

The train never stops. But neither does it go.

And when the end prevails, is there even an end?