Actually, I think it is my increasing disconnect that leads to a wider less attached view. I feel more and more disconnected and prefer to be. I agree, that we cause our own problems and I am the only thing I can change. We must accept all that we cannot change. So I watch from my garden and it all looks just so strange. So many people going 90 miles an hour, looking at their shoes, headed for a wall. Fussing and fretting and fighting about the most meaningless or imaginary things. Living among these “humans” is trying and tiring. Reflecting on how I am dealing with it and watching that I do deal with it correctly and properly made me realize it can just be so strange. It’s a damn asylum.