Had I drowned, the story would have ended.
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.
I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence So, wrote David Bowie in 1972. Whenever I think of change these lyrics play in my mind. Let’s take a position on change – it is essential; critical to the survival of our species – we grow, learn, adapt andContinue reading “Change, standing still and evolution”