On the Question of Comfort

I was not inspired to do anything except lay on the grass in my backyard. I love laying on grass. It feels like a natural bed because the grass is somewhat springy. I have thought at times that the grass does not care for it. The grass is standing there, drinking in the Sun and then this big shape descends on and smashes it. The dilemma made it hard for me to fully enjoy the comfort.

So I laid with this paradox, unmoving, on the grass. The Sun soon disappeared and was replaced by the Moon. After about an hour, the Moon noticed me.

The Moon says, “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

I said, “I know. I’ve been working very hard. But today, I could not help but lay down on the grass and do nothing.”

The Moon said, “Yes, but have you not thought of the grass?”

I got up, went inside and slammed the door. Things have become more difficult since my new-found sensitivity to the environment.