When I was very little I liked to lie on the ground amid the tall grasses and feel the stones beneath my back and allow the big daisies to wave into my eyes as the little flies that look like wasps but aren’t tickled my ears and I’d gaze at the tops of the trees or maybe the clouds in the sky as the breeze pushed me and the sun warmed my hair. I still want to do that now but people seem to frown on that kind of thing because its childish and dirty and a waste of time which is why we and the world are not as well as we could be and that’s a pity.