Lost in a pile of leaves...

We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking.  We move along the surface of things but there are times when we stop.  We sit still.  We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory.  We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

James Carroll

Art: "An Oleander" 1882 Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

THE REASONABLE MAN

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world;
the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.
Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

George Bernard Shaw 1856-1950