The plateau

So obsessed with progress is contemporary society that it sees all plateaus as stale.

As a kind of holding space to be done away with as soon as possible in case it impedes further progress.

But progress for what?

The clearing in the woods is just that. A clearing. A space to pause and sense. To look around and appreciate the contrast with the thick dense forest either side.

To rush through the plateau is to deny an equal part of existence.

If there was no destination to start with. And if the end point is unknown, unknowable and deeply unpredictable. Then the plateau is another beautiful site amidst the journey.

A map isn’t held at an angle with a low point and a high point. Plateaus are equally not a nuisance amidst a long upward curve.

They provide a different type of scenery. One whose contrast is invaluable.

A plateau can also be a vast expansive space, flat maybe, but wide and open.

With directional choices.