I suppose the trouble is that one thinks life
instead of living it. Occasionally one enters
into contact for a split second, when the wind
blows across one's face, or when the moon comes
out from behind a cloud, or a wave breaks against
the rocks in some particular way which it would be
impossible to recognize or define. Then one catches
oneself being conscious of the contact and it is lost.
~ Paul Bowles
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