Stupid Things In The Woods
Barely after I bang on about our place in the heavens, I go off and spend a few day under them.
Home looked like this:
With views like this:
Time spent lighting fires and keeping the kids away from them reminded me of a few things, namely:
I think way too much.
I watch too much TV.
I pay too much attention to where I am going and not enough mind to what I’m doing.
No matter where I am, I do and say stupid things.
Such as:
Getting lost in the car
and
realising the map is packed in a case under all your other stuff
AND
having to unload your car onto the road to find out where you are
AND
then realising you are doing this in the exit lane of a fire station where the bay doors are open.
I also brought to an end a long and drawn-out welcome conversation with the overzealous landowner with words “Well, this beer’s not going to drink itself…”
Is being conscious of your stupidity the first step to awareness? Does knowing how far you are from where you need to get to help you on your way there?


June 6th, 2005 at 10:53 pm
Is being conscious of your stupidity the first step to awareness? Does knowing how far you are from where you need to get to help you on your way there?
No.
Sorry.