Water on water

I stepped out on my porch this morning, realizing that I would have to deal with the obnoxious mechanical sounds of humanity while trying to read the book Thirteen Moons by Charles Frazier.  Not so unusual, not so much of a bother, until I saw the man with the machine in question.  He had been spending the past hour or more spraying a power washer on a driveway.  He's still doing it.

Loud noises for over an hour to spray water.  It rained last night.  Think about this from a 19th Century perspective, or earlier.  Making loud noises to spray water onto water, using a whole system employing thousands of people when the thing was already wet.  The thing in question?  Natural earth that had been covered over with annoying slabs of processed stone.

For those of you that have seen my limp, it turns out to be a disease of civilization.  A lack of touch with creation.  In my quest to return to that touch, reading several 19th Century-based books such as Thirteen Moons, I can see how out of touch our entire society is.  Things like spraying water onto water become comical.  If you begin to analyze each action against its natural equivalent, you can gain a glimpse of how far we've fallen.

Anyway, think about it.  Remember, the big man's always happy to see you.