As I lumber about this world of ours, by turns perky and despondent, I often find myself wondering if it would be possible to enjoy all the comforts of twenty-first century western civilisation were I to be uprooted and cast, by some inexplicable agency, to live out the rest of my days on one of those far distant giant gas planets.
s’funny, I had you down as more of a 19th century person.
I’m convinced you’d find many a thriving Theosophist colony out there.
You’d be under a lot of pressure though.
OSM : Well, I would hope to travel thither in a Jules Verne-style spaceship, its interior fitted out like a 19th century gentlemen’s club.
What with billiards and hands of whist the journey would fly by.