My Thoughts
How shallow we have become; how utterly hollow our kaleidoscopic lives. Imagine if you will a life so busy doing, never idle for a moment, never not doing, not going, not busy, just being. Unimaginable? I suppose it is for most of us. It is, or so it seems to me, the condition for the lot of the everyday and commonplace: too busy to take a moment to simply think, to breathe, to read, to live, to love, to pray, to know the truth, reality.