Simple pleasures
Yesterday morning I found myself running along the Kamome bridge across the Tone river, listening to Furr by Blitzen Trapper, at sunrise. It was a magical thing. I was full of the joy of running, the feel of the wind on my face and the aesthetic pleasure of Simple Things.
A few hundred meters on, it suddenly occurred to me that I was running on a huge concrete structure suspended above a river 6000 miles from my place of birth listening to music on a device that would have been science fiction jut 5 years ago. I was wearing technical fabric clothing and trainers that were the results of years of R&D. The music itself was the result of thousands of years of human cultural progress and the fact that I had downloaded it from the Internet just meant that even more mind-boggling logistics were involved in placing me in the privileged position I occupied.
Simplicity is the tip of the iceberg.
