"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be."
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
I have been here nearly a month, and I still have not got the scythe out of the shed and scythed the areas of the property that I might want to walk over. Every day I chide myself for not wanting to do it, then I think that what I want to do is read. So I don't scythe. The habit of assigning oneself a task, then being judgmental of oneself for not doing it, that habit is pretty deeply ingrained in me. I have no idea how old my scythe is, but it is big and it is old, and it takes down the tall grasses, even though I have never sharpened it. And, of course, it is deeply symbolic of time and the passing of life, etc, with the grim reaper and all.