Monday, July 25, 2011
Changing ourselves is changing the world and changing the world is changing ourselves. That constantly flowing activity, like imagining infinity, is practically impossible for the frontal lobe to frame. I did meet this simple truism again on Sunday though. After a filthy, crushing week of work I'd been hawked-out onto Saturday, indolent and irritable. After a day behind the sofa I dragged the unforgiving carcass into the garden on Sunday and weeded, chopped, pruned, dug and mowed my way to a more balanced me, and hey presto, a more balanced garden. Doing what needs to be done changes us and changes the world.