I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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When The Sun arrives, I read it cover to cover as soon as I can. This morning, over coffee, I read “A Drop of Blood,” by Giorgios Mangakis, on the July 2013 Dog-Eared Page. My heart was strangely moved as I contemplated the microcosm of the author’s cell and how he saw in it the macrocosm of all humankind. Such small details as the drop of blood of the title or a smile from a guard made him see humanity in its entirety. I was encouraged by his example to try to live more in the moment, because each moment is really a lifetime.