Sometimes when I walk home in the evening, crossing the river I stop midbridge and wonder at the moon. Then, for a few minutes, I try to really become conscious of the fact that exactly one dozen men already walked around up there. By ‘becoming conscious’ I mean trying to think about the men on the moon in exactly the same way I think about the people walking on the bridge I am right now standing on. To develope the same stance. And I rarely succeed—and if, then only for a few moments of pure understanding. Suddenly it’s gone again … Continue reading