The luxurious of rest children and animals seem to know it best. For them time is no tyrant. The fact that the sun rises and sets has nothing to do with a quantity of work to be done, or a certain number of dollars to be earned, and althought the importance of these things seems indisputable to adults, it scarcely registers in smaller creatures.
children and animals are extremely careful about doing exactly what they are doing at any given moment. i have never seen an adult who dozes as skillfully as my cat. Nor do i know a man or woman my age who can swing with the same devotion as my son. nothing distracts him. when he swings when he sleep, he sleeps. and when he wakes, he know that it can all begin. for, having had the luxury of sest, he can proceed again to the luxury of time, where clocks are merely flat ticking surfaces and the job at hand is the only one that matters.
I like to think that children and animals, especially childern, are not simply an invitaion to nostalgia. Nor do they descend upon us merely as a new test of our mental and emotional endurance. they come because we can learn something from them, and harder it is for us to learn it, the more we need to.
I will have to try this new learning, of only to say that in the middle of my life i suddenly realized i lacked wholeness, the only thing that really mattered. If i can acquire this from my son, who sleeps so soundly when he sleeps. i will posess once again a kind of luxury on money can ever buy.
The luxurious of rest children and animals seem to know it best. For them time is no tyrant. The fact that the sun rises and sets has nothing to do with a quantity of work to be done, or a certain number of dollars to be earned, and althought the importance of these things seems indisputable to adults, it scarcely registers in smaller creatures.
children and animals are extremely careful about doing exactly what they are doing at any given moment. i have never seen an adult who dozes as skillfully as my cat. Nor do i know a man or woman my age who can swing with the same devotion as my son. nothing distracts him. when he swings when he sleep, he sleeps. and when he wakes, he know that it can all begin. for, having had the luxury of sest, he can proceed again to the luxury of time, where clocks are merely flat ticking surfaces and the job at hand is the only one that matters.
I like to think that children and animals, especially childern, are not simply an invitaion to nostalgia. Nor do they descend upon us merely as a new test of our mental and emotional endurance. they come because we can learn something from them, and harder it is for us to learn it, the more we need to.
I will have to try this new learning, of only to say that in the middle of my life i suddenly realized i lacked wholeness, the only thing that really mattered. If i can acquire this from my son, who sleeps so soundly when he sleeps. i will posess once again a kind of luxury on money can ever buy.
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