Time
Yesterday, while waiting in a Queue, I was fondling a Ten Pound Note, I have long appreciated even to a point of compulsion the textures of objects, it is something I have to do for my eyes only tell a part of the story; in the top left hand corner of the Note I felt tiny lumps which I frantically tried to scrape off with my fingers, they did not belong and spoilt the otherwise silk like flawless surface, when I looked I realised that they were the Braille dots for the blind, how acute and wonderful our senses are as to be able to read with our fingertips. One of the models of Tai Chi is to make every movement for a purpose, a beginning a middle and an end, imagine the possibilities if we were to transfer that model to the use of all of our senses. Sight, Smell, touch, hearing and taste, these are our Primordial pleasure tools yet modernity it seems facilitates the removal of these sensations from our lives, pace of life in 2018 denies us this for appreciation requires time...