The Little Engine That Could (smoke some crack cocaine).

And the little engine puffed-and-puffed-and-puffed.  Damn this is some really good rock, he thought to himself aloud.  He saw the tunnel ahead of him, and the more he puffed-and-puffed the faster he went.   Suddenly he realized he was travelling at almost (but not quite) the speed of light.  I’ll show you how to fit a two mile train into a one mile tunnel, he shouted as he laughed with a very wicked grin upon his face.  The matter which was once a two mile train transformed into photons, as the little train continued to puff-and-puff while still accelerating ever closer to reaching the speed of light.  Those photons that were once solid matter, that were once still perceivable to be a two mile train (now energy particles) not only easily fit into the one mile tunnel, but there was also plenty of available room to spare at this point.  Gee, the little engine thought, I’d like to go even faster..but if I did that I would then reach the speed of light (become light itself) and therefore become infinite.   He also then wondered how he would ever be able to purchase crack again, were he to allow himself to travel at the speed of light and become antimatter.  He forced himself to slow down his puffing, as he concluded that an inescapable eternal existence without plenty of crack rock to smoke was not a very desirable situation to purposely throw himself into. (to be continued… it’s always four-twenty, somewhere among this small world..)