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- Amy
- "Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless." ~Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
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This touched me somewhere I can't quite reach, at some depth that will (perhaps?) be revealed to me later...
ReplyDeleteYes, me too. I actually burst into tears when I read it. Simultaneously missing all those I have lost (my father, especially) and a gratitude for just being...alive. It's like a gratitude that underlies the gratitude for all the blessings--loved ones, warblers, pancakes.
ReplyDeleteI loved this line: "and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living, I remember you."
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