"We are not attuned, not at one, we lack the instinct
of migrant birds."
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I read this recently and it struck me so profoundly that I am now writing this. Like so many other people I am oftentimes struck by the absurdity of my day-to-day life. I won't go too far into that now; suffice to say that I am coming to terms with the fact that I am deeply, dangerously detached from what I believe to be reality. For example, each morning on my way to work this autumn I have passed a man whose job it is to sweep leaves and throw them away.