My friend Ken sent this quote to me today.

 

 

“Velvet pillows, safari parks, sunglasses: people have become woolly mice.

They still have bodies that can walk for five days and four nights through a desert of snow, without food, but they accept praise for having taken a one-hour bicycle ride.

‘Good for you.’

Instead of expressing their gratitude for the rain by getting wet, people walk around with umbrellas.

Nature is an old lady with few suitors these days, and those who wish to make use of her charms she rewards passionately.”

from Tim Krabbe’s, The Rider