Innocent, unemployed thinking (Grutter)

When I enter the scene with a farmer's mind, with a fisherman's or businessman's mind, everything alive seems alarmed and runs, afraid to be butchered for its calories, its wool, for one of its qualities which happens to be in demand. Every one of my thoughts when I do not leash it to a goal, takes me on a safari through the wonders of jungleland where all sciences are free to interact.

So many incessantly computing brains are now out all hunting useful thoughts, for finer food, for fame, better tanks, mousetraps and walls. Many minds became as clever as a raven who lost one eye and so the depth perception, but trained his other eye to a superb flatland vision. We know how to focus our mind in a way no other species does.

Ah! A day with absolutely no trying; I will not try to please, to scheme, to have an erection, to turn my insides out and be truthful; I will not try to live up to my reputation, to be good and to please God pretending I know his wishes. I will just sit in my canoe drifting with bliss—no paddling—simply curiously looking around, floating and whistling my thanksgiving.

Innocent, unemployed thinking has such a wonderful prize. It delights in just sipping wisdom. It's the sabbatical for my mind. It plants seeds of adoration. It hangs lamps in the dark and bridges leading into enemy land. It's a luxury I like.

Theo Grutter, Dancing With Mosquitoes