Once I finished the carton, I had a strange feeling (no, not indigestion!). It was a vague feeling of un-satisfaction. Not that I didn’t enjoy the ice cream. But that it somehow did not fill something in me that sought filling.
This is a theme that has run through me for a long time. I’ve always intuitively known that—though physical movement is crucial for human existence—internal movement wears us down mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
