“I once had a garden. I can remember the smell of the turned earth, the plump shapes of bulbs held in the hands, fullness, the dry rustle of seeds through the fingers. Time could pass more swiftly that way. Sometimes the Commander’s Wife has a chair brought out, and just sits in it, in her garden. From a distance it looks like peace.”
from Chapter 1 of The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood
Sometimes appearing peaceful is just enough to fool even the self. Sometimes not. Yoda here. Over and out.