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In a place of equanimity, silence is spectacular. Every sound is new. Every sight is new.
I wonder why I have spent so much of my life filling up that magnificent space with sounds and sights recorded previously and associated with other thoughts and/or emotions.
Recently, on a fairly consistent basis, I have had the momentary experience that there is no time, or as H.G. Wells might have put it, “That time stood still.” In those moments it seems impossible to miss the fact that we share absolutely and completely in the experience of being alive.
Could it be so simple that we must simply slow down to realize the miracle of life?
Unless there is breaking news I have not heard, death is inevitable.
Why would I want to do anything other than the most important thing I can see to do in this the last moment of which I have any guarantee?