An intense sense of time
There are times when every effort, every effort, makes sense I would say sublime moments are those that recharge the batteries, give meaning to everyday work that is obscure in most cases and patient.
moments that I'm here, and I am not exaggerating, it is worth living.
Last night, returning to Caretto Thisse from Senegal across the countryside lit by an amazing full moon, I was talking to ritrovado Pape and Fall Bay (carter) of experience, a sense of transcendence, of mysticism in a language not mine, to be exact not "our", and I forgot the broken bones from three hours to cart the anxiety that I take before every meal, every concert, every business, every departure, for a long time to perceive the meaning of all this.
is not a simple moment of happiness, but the suspicion of a particle to be oriented to something enormously bigger, started before me and that will continue beyond me. Something bigger.
It 'a thrilling sensation, which can not be described if you do not have experience, but I know I share with many other people: if, as I hope, we are the majority, there is hope for this world, there' and economic crises, outbreaks of violence or racism can stop us, because we are particles of a larger process. A process that has led humans to fall from the trees, a hedge cold, to build houses and cities, to create science and non-violent beliefs suitable for a new world.
Last night there seemed to be this new world, just behind the shadow of Baobal under the moonlight.
moments that I'm here, and I am not exaggerating, it is worth living.
Last night, returning to Caretto Thisse from Senegal across the countryside lit by an amazing full moon, I was talking to ritrovado Pape and Fall Bay (carter) of experience, a sense of transcendence, of mysticism in a language not mine, to be exact not "our", and I forgot the broken bones from three hours to cart the anxiety that I take before every meal, every concert, every business, every departure, for a long time to perceive the meaning of all this.
is not a simple moment of happiness, but the suspicion of a particle to be oriented to something enormously bigger, started before me and that will continue beyond me. Something bigger.
It 'a thrilling sensation, which can not be described if you do not have experience, but I know I share with many other people: if, as I hope, we are the majority, there is hope for this world, there' and economic crises, outbreaks of violence or racism can stop us, because we are particles of a larger process. A process that has led humans to fall from the trees, a hedge cold, to build houses and cities, to create science and non-violent beliefs suitable for a new world.
Last night there seemed to be this new world, just behind the shadow of Baobal under the moonlight.
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