Silence is a universal gift that few appreciate. Maybe because it can not be bought. The rich buy noise. The human soul delights in the silence of nature, which is revealed only to those who seek him.
For me the real rebellion is looking at a blue sky until the identity has not been disintegrated in wonder.
Nature tops the list of potent tranquilizers and stress reducers. The mere sound of moving water has been shown to lower blood pressure.
I don’t think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
Privacy does not mean hide from others my private life. It means to prevent the private lives of others come tumbling into mine.
Where ever did the idlers of the past? Where are the heroes idlers of popular songs, those vagabonds strolling from one mill and sleeping under the stars? They disappeared along with trails through fields, along meadows and glades, along the nature?