Consider how the lilies grow. They don’t work or spin yarn, but I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendour was clothed like one of them.
Is there one thing that mankind has made or developed that is as rich, varied and beautiful as the earth and its changing seasons?
From my station open to the skies I enter my windowed carriage and watch the world go by. Until I go willingly into the bowels of the earth and teeter on a platform, afraid for falling, risking claustraphobia with every stop that rumbles past.
Why do we do that? Why have we created a civilisation where work, life (and too often love) are so far apart?
At least I can console myself in the knowledge that public transport costs the earth less. Although the anonymity and isolation felt in a crowded carriage can be as palpable as that in your car.