For various reasons I never installed it before ,but the smoke from the wildfires and my shaky health made it necessary.
Now, a little unit in my window keeps the air clean and the temperature a perfect 70 degrees.
It’s always 70 inside even if its 100 outside and it often is.
I find this somewhat disconcerting, to be honest.
I had learned to adapt to the heat….I had fans and lots of ice water and I was sensitive to the changes in temperature throughout the day.
I grew to appreciate a breeze in the day and the falling of the dew at night.
My door was always open to facilitate air flow.
It was easy to empathize with those who worked…or begged… in the heat.
Now,I have no idea how it feels outside from my temperature controlled environment.
It doesn’t matter anymore…it’s 70 in here.
The air is clean and I’m comfortable and life is as it should be… I guess.
I step outside only when I have to.
My door is closed now and when I venture outside I note that it is hot and retreat back inside.
I do not feel either the ravages of the heat or the comfort of the breeze, nor do I note the falling of dew.
Such things no longer matter…I’m comfortable where I am.
As with everything I observe, this has become a metaphor to apply to something else.
Bear with me…
In American religion we have pastors and performers both claiming the same title.
Pastors are those who live in the environment as it really is, with all it’s great discomforts and sweat interrupted by an occasional breeze of the Spirit.
Performers isolate themselves in comfort and only come out when necessary…and to ask the pastors how hot it is.
Then, they address them in conferences about the value of air conditioning.
Make your own application…
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