The blip being, at 9.15 at night, having just got home, I am not sure whether I have clean clothes to wear tomorrow.
There is only so far you can push things you know.
More importantly, something that I’ve been pondering: I eat a certain way, on an off, as I can, because of my desire to live a compassionate life. So why is it that I care and know where my food comes from, but not my clothes, despite hearing about the recent factory fires? Same idea as food really: just because I can’t see it doesn’t make it any less relevant.