Summer

William wrote:
I strolled along a busy urban avenue, I donít remember in which city. There was a lot of traffic, noise and pollution. In one spot a wooden fence covered the view to passersby. When you approached the fence and looked over, another universe appeared, as if Mother Nature had been there since the beginning. There were grass, flowers, bushes, trees, fragrances, insects Ö something totally opposite the world on the other side of the fence. How do opposites affect us? Could we become opposite each time we drop into the opposite? How do we feel and what do we feel? Who are we really? Are we the mirror reflecting exterior reality or are we ourselves in all circumstances?



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