I have always accepted this concept; it has taught me humility.
A drooling, dribbling, stuttering, stumbling, drug-addled bully, we express our love through brutality.
Out optic blind-spots continuously adapt to provide us with a seamless sense of reality, only becoming real when we reverse into a wall that we didn’t see.
The weather has changed; yesterday we were basking in too-hot sun, today, the wind and clouds have gathered.
Our growth, our evolution has happened unconsciously, at an intuitive, human level – we have been feeling not thinking, reacting not planning, doing what feels right rather than what we are told is right.
Imagine the harm done to those people previously ‘living well’ with dementia who for six weeks have had a dramatic reduction in visitors and day-centre attendances; even the bitter-sweet routine trips to GP surgeries or hospitals have been done away with.