mostly things are not that way, that simple and pure, with so much focus given to each syllable of life as it sings itself. but that kind of attention is the prize. to be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass - seeing things in such a narrow and darkly narcissistic way that it presents a colo-rectal theology, offering hope to no one.

anne lamott, bird by bird