Sometimes your memories choose to come at inapposite times though, when they are too late to be of any use. Like last night. I killed an insect with my shoe just before I went to bed and thought nothing of it. By the time I came back to my room for my afternoon siesta the floor was crawling with ants. They'd even made it into my laptop. Nature at its most elemental is here - wild and unsettling. My mother told me that once, when I was baby, she left me on the bed in the room in the bungalow in the peri-urban Nigerian town we lived in at the time (which Jamkhed reminds me of a bit). She returned to find an army of ants swarming around the bed.
It is also beautiful - there are many well ordered gardens in the vicinity, including one opposite my bedroom that has a calming fountain. For all our rapacious greed, I think the earth is a better place with humans in it. We introduce order and peace. I do not think that the similarities between the words sanitation and sanity are coincidental.
I planned to write about the many things I've been learning but have found myself too tired to do so. A synthesis is coming your way soon...
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