It is easy to forget that the trees are busily carving up the air with sunlight and factory-producing the new year’s leaves more efficiently than Germans. Yawn. Again. It is easy to be numb to the world’s marvels when you’ve missed lunch and the light is still red. Faith quavers under such trials. Who cares for the cosmos? Who has time or energy to ponder the tides or the multitude of narratives in the world? My blood sugar is low. My stomach is empty. My kingdom for some peanut butter.
