God, pun intended, your work takes me from Richard Tarnas' 'Cosmos and Psyche: Intimations of a New World View', one hell of a tough slog, to Jordan Peterson's 'Twelve Rules for Life' and then this book, the title and author of which I am frustrated to say I cannot find because I lent it to someone...who of course did not return it.

The latter book was an historical read of the lead up from August 1914 to December 7, 1941 through journals, newspapers and diaries.

What fascinated me was the chapter on how Einstein's 'theory of relativity' impacted man's perspective. Since WW 1 sounded the death knells of Kings and Tsars and Kaisers, and for intellectuals The Popes or ArchBishops, there was no longer a vertical gaze to societal contracts.

'My perspective is what matters.'

He traces how this scientific theory impacted not just philosophy but also art and after WW 1, the rise of rabidly narcissistic dictators who thought they were the centre of the universe and that their perspective, and their perspective only, was all that mattered. Millions were forced to pay heed to this.

He does sally forth into Quantum Physics but only marginally.

In the preface to 'Cosmos', Tarnas provides this image of prehistoric man and his view of the universe, a dot surrounded by a large circle. He sees himself surrounded by, and as a part of, nature.

His second image is of modern man. He is depicted as a dot outside of, or at least adjacent to, the circle. He sees himself as being apart from nature.

Well, Jordan Peterson's book speaks for itself but he does follow your creed on the importance of making one's bed.

Since reading your piece, I have grimaced a look at my bedroom...often a winding pathway, a pilgrimage involving obstacles like an overstuffed laundry hamper, the guitar case and the crossword puzzles looking more like bird cage litter has just been emptied on the floor, the chest of drawers and bookcase.

Thank you. Everything has its place. I'm on a mission.