Lack of perspective

You know what our problem is? I tell X. Lack of perspective. We’re like a drunk looking for his glasses. Or an animal tapped in a well. Isn’t that what we’ve been told in so many words, by so many people? If only we had perspective! I say. To have minds that opened up beyond ourselves, beyond our bedroom, beyond our flat. Over the sprawling broads, across the seas and into space, beyond space and into God himself.


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