There are days when the goodies of life fall to you, like ripe fruit from trees. Yesterday was one of those days. Although the goodies were certainly noticed, something was holding me back from appreciating them to the fullest. But first, let's dwell on these goodies.
Autumn brings cooler nights and good sleeping weather. There is nothing like twisting and turning in bed for a couple summer months to revive your appreciation of "Hypnos" or "Morpheus", the classical gods of sleep and dreams.
On a mountain bike ride I enjoyed dirt on the trail, instead of the usual rubble. Enough rides in the Southwest or in Colorado will make it easy for a rider to see dirt as one of the best and most under-rated things in nature.
Mid-day is still too warm and sunny. My dog had no difficulty worshiping "Santa Sombra" after the ride.
I like how the pavilion throws a shadow with a pointed church steeple on the right side of the photo.
The immediate foreground of the ride was typical ugly western brownness. But the background was great, on both sides. There should have been a Greek god of "Contrast."
Afterwards I worked on a couple small project in my trailer and tow vehicle. Every year I detest large, quagmire-like projects more and more, and appreciate compact, snack-like projects more.
By now I was good and sweaty. It had been a few days since I took a shower, so that was next. It was heavenly, as always.
So what keeps us from rhapsodizing about Life's and Nature's goodies as much as we want to? Think about how a dog shows such great gusto in enjoying a ride, food and water, or some attention from a human. Why aren't we more like that?
On a long term scale, culture and civilization made a terrible mistake when it abandoned the nature-gods of classical paganism and adopted Abrahamic religions, with their puffed-up, over-weening, remote, and omnipotent god.
A god of that type does not fit the finiteness of human life. If a human wants to live happily they must aim at real and finite goodies, like a dog lapping noisily at the water in its bowl.
Even though Western Civilization is in its post-Christian phase, this terrible idea of worshiping the remote and open-ended and unattainable persists in romanticism, egoism and ambition, the quagmire of consumerism, and even tourism.