I love the begining of the Book of Winnie the Pooh, it starts with Christopher Robin coming downstairs, dragging his favorite Pooh Bear behind him..
“Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but, sometimes, he feels that there really is another way. If only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it.”
Isn’t that the sheer beauty of life? Trying to stop bumping long enough to think of something else.