The World Outside Your Window

Sunday 2nd February

The world outside your window is all you really know, even if it is an Aeroplane or a car window.  As images flicker past we only get a sense of it all too; it is only when we stop and the image is no longer moving that we see the world outside our window.

And what do we know of the world further from our limited view.  Do we rely on the news or documentaries?  I know that I was actually surprised when I first went abroad that the trees and the grass was almost identical to that outside my Suffolk window – for all I knew it could have all looked quite different.  But when I mean know, I mean really know.  Do we understand the culture, the moods, the imaginings even of people as close to us as the French even?  I know that I am always slightly surprised that everything is still where it was the morning after I have gone to sleep.  Especially on returning to France.  Am I just scared that my whole life has been some surreal dream and that no-one else at all exists?  But I keep returning to that simple fact that all we really know is the world outside our window, and even that not very well at all.

If this is the weirdest blog I have ever written it may just be because I am confused.  Amazed really that everything is just as I left it, that the world outside my window is still there – more or less, but one can never be entirely certain, the same.