On the best days, the chance to be out in nature and reflect has been an opportunity to experience the transcendent. That was true today when I finally got outside after the air pollution finally cleared after ten days.
Spent the ride thinking about William Blake, and what we can do to break the mind-forge manacles of our world.
>> In every cry of every Man,
>> In every Infants cry of fear,
>> In every voice: in every ban,
>> The mind-forg'd manacles I hear


