"Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never even become conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?"

• C. S. Lewis

I got this passage on a Catholic spiritual daily email (don't ask why and how I signed on for it!) today, and since it is a perfectly beautiful fall day here, and since I was feeling quite grumpy (because of longing - damn you abstract intellect, and you selective memory!), this Lewis-ism made me pause in my self-hatery, and look at the blue sky, and the chickadees attacking the bird feeder outside. And because of this I have decided to work outside, under my huggy oaks, for the rest of the afternoon. How much total reality my circular thinkery blocks indeed!