When I prepare Cicorino Rosso or iceberg lettuce in the kitchen, I hold a kind of leaf ball in my hands and separate the individual leaves, which lie very close together, from the whole. I've always wondered how these heads of lettuce grow. Are all the leaves there from the start and do they all grow together or layer by layer? I'm amazed at how they grow. The innermost core will probably hardly get any direct light, water and oxygen and yet it still grows. If I'm honest, then I have to admit that probably the largest part of my life - starting with my bodily functions - simply works well and without my voluntary intervention, is there, lets me live. And then I still experience every day how important we take ourselves as human beings. How ridiculous that is. Perhaps today is a day for conscious moments of humility. Not depressive humility, but conscious modesty.
I wish you an extraordinary day!
