I have come to realise that newspapers are the conduits of our fickle nature, pages about Nigerian rebels parading 'liberated' girls vie for space alongside Marina Abramovich suffering for her art - she put out 72 objects on a trestle table and invited the public to use them on her, one was a loaded gun (hmm) while whole sections are devoted to the worship of sport. This is not a judgement, the newspaper in question is vibrant and wordily worthy and thought provoking but it says much about us as human beings where we can segue way between the important and the trivia, pooling the information into different sections of out consciousness. This morning I paused to think about that and wonder how much I need to read and retain and how much I really ought to skip. Then again, I read somewhere that grace is when you suddenly see the world spinning around something greater than you and perhaps that is what I am looking for - to which I can ask, I wonder if Icarus looked down when he was flying, or if he just looked at the horizon which never got any nearer. I did my best to notice... close your eyes, clear your heart... are we human, or are we dancer... we love to blast this in the car
