It was the cry of Monty Python’s Knights of the Round Table in “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” . They didn’t have horses, but they had coconut shells they could use to make clopping hoof-like sounds.
“Run away, run away!” Ah, how many times has a strategic retreat saved my butt? These days, most of life seems to be in some level of retreat. It’s an admission that mind over matter only takes one so far. At a certain point, matter matters. And it matters more with each passing day.
I leave you with this:
May all your retreats be successful!