Maybe I'm a bit of a fan of short sightedness. I mean, if you were mad about moss you wouldn't want anything more than that. There's a rather good novel by that Elizabeth woman... Gilbert... maybe... who wrote the one about eating, praying and loving... anyway, the main character is a woman who investigates moss. This must be in the nineteenth century and she's like a top biologist and perhaps even discovers evolution. I can't recall. She marries a rather crap guy and he goes off, like Gaugin or something. I'm not selling it well. but moss, I mean, apparently it's quite fascinating. It is very beautiful if you get close enough. It colonises.
Make me think of dandelions. How they are joined underground. I think it's dandelions. probably loads of plants. So, anyway, the idea is that the flower is not like a flower, but like the blossom of a tree. A tree that's mainly roots underground.
So, who cares that my lawn is mainly moss and dandelions?
I was thinking about this because often when you're sad, people say, it'll be better when you're busy with work or they say, keep yourself busy. And then when you're not unhappy, you're planning for something, what you want. At not point are you really just living the life you have and the feelings you have and all the time basically you want to have and to feel what you don't have and don't feel.
Nothing is good enough or else it's too bad. But maybe it would be worth feeling the bad if we could also get all the benefit out of what we do have. I mean, the balance of escape and desire is pretty shit. Maybe the balance of suffer and relish would be better.
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