Thus went 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 used to make clopping, hoof-like sounds.
“Run away, run away!” Oh how many times has a strategic retreat saved me? These days, most of life seems to be in some kind of retreat. It’s the official admission that mind over matter only takes one so far. At a certain point, matter matters. As one ages, it matters more with each passing day.
I leave you with this:
May all your retreats be successful!