...and remembering the destructive things they did in the machine culture, and amazed at their poor fit and exclusiveness, he realises that everyone has become fired and informed to correct those unnatural mistakes... as each one becomes a non-god connected through software with everything...

he visits the water birds

Sunday evening. This is the pond where he watched swans, cygnets, coots and other birds in early summer. Only two of the three cygnets have survived - and they are already the size of adult swans, though still in grey feathers.

...he watches a fluffy seed gliding down at an angle - losing height at about 20 cms. a second. And then he sees one rising at about half that speed over the water where he would imagine the air to be sinking not rising... these thoughts revive memories of model aeroplanes and gliders seeking upcurrents, or 'thermals', to be expected over warm surfaces (like heated buildings) not cold surfaces (like water)

A heron flies low over the water as a small child persuades her parents to wait while she looks at a floating island and as she jumps up and down without purpose.

The water is calm, almost glassy, and the sky remains blue. There are some very feint mare's tails high above and a noisy jumbo climbing eastward below them - he infers that the wind must be from the east as the planes from Heathrow usually take off to the west (where the prevailing wind comes from)...

...all things are important...

...he returns home to dream again of life shared with the water birds and all other parts of continuous creation, as afternature, as anarkia, as embodiments of other thoughts he has written...

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