So you know that thing about how the only constant is change?
Here’s what I’m wondering. Assuming the theory of evolution is correct, I’m wondering if natural selection allowed our particular brand of hominoid to survive because we have a capacity for seeing some changes with joy as well as dread:
And here’s what I’m also wondering. If natural selection has any say in the matter, what will happen to those of us who can manage the changing leaves, but are made to shudder by the pace of broader societal and technological transformation?
For now, though, I’ll try to satisfy myself with, “Hey! Look how pretty the leaves are.”
That, and the pleasure of walking under a building I normally regard from a distance, to take time for a closer look:
Lorne Meets World 