Keeping Still (Abundance)
I ride my bicycle downtown but I’m not performing a balancing act or depending on my faith in miracles, regardless of balance and the occurrence of miracles. I’m continually about to fall, and vulnerable to passing cars, but I don’t think about faith, safety, the social contract, or scientific principles. I coast, pedal harder, softer, shifting gears. I watch trees and houses that I pass by move in relation to each other (while they keep as still as streets). But nothing unusually good or bad happens. Without precluding the possibility of happiness, or the possibility of acting in harmony with the universe, my simple religion lets me think about other things.