We skid about on a surface of life which lacks friction, always sliding forward, feeling out of control. Today we do most of our sledding on the internet, which has the extra virtue of being freed from the physical world and thus totally absent of friction.
In mile repeats a runner had an uplifting experience. He describes it as near religious. There was a momentary quiet that descended over him. The state seems familiar.
On anxiety and state of inner life, he writes, and which strikes as a revealing new perspective, is this –
If we can only find that inner life in retreat from the world, when we take a break, or go for a run, then that is a sign that the conditions of life essentially hostile to our individuality. I fear that this is more and more the case.
It sure IS the case!
Contested Realities 