As much as I enjoy the winter landscape, the cold and damp please me less than they once did. They now provoke various twinges in various bones and joints, distracting me from the ignorance I once enjoyed of not being aware of the existence of those bones and joints. I can no longer imagine that I am a disembodied consciousness floating through the world. Well, a disembodied consciousness that can smell the rain and the freshness of the air, anyway. And go in the house and have a tasty cup of hot tea. I can no longer imagine that I am a selectively disembodied consciousness floating thought he world.
I found a whole web site about macaws. I just wish there were more pictures.