If the poor desperately try to feed themselves and the rich desperately seek to find their appetites, when we actually have what we need, do we realize it?
Can we be happy with enough?
The other day I walked into my court and looked around.
A year ago, I smiled to myself when I noticed three wooden posts knocked down, so that I could see straight through the green fields to the rolling Tuscan hills. I was ready to fly away and dive into those distant hills.
Yesterday, the three wooden posts were back in place, and strangely, I felt secure and safe standing within the fence and gazing to the hills beyond the fence.
Evolution is a work in progress.
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