
... paw into it.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
I'm in line — a very long line — at Trader Joe’s tonight, so of course I pull out the wonderphone and start to read. The app opens to where I left off in Insect Dreams, with Gregor literally talking Charles Ives down off a ledge. I’m thinking to myself “I’m really more in the mood for Walden at the moment,” but I only have a few minutes anyway, right? So I turn the page:

... she seemed neither to entertain nor to consider anything of our circumstance; she was beyond all that now. She did nothing but love us, and dwell in the world of collapse and delight.
—Mark Doty, Still Life with Oysters and Lemon