'Hereabouts there was just enough current to keep me moving through the stretches of restful,unexciting landscape. I could relax and let fancies flitter through my brain as inconsequentially as a ladybird or a drowsy moth might rest a moment on the gunwale.
The trouble with just "being" is that you get nothing done. The trouble with "doing" is that it makes you unconscious of "being". Nothing is worth doing unless you concentrate your thoughts upon it, yet if you do that you miss the consciousness of the doing, and enjoy only the having done.'
Robert Gibbings - Coming Down The Seine











