Ten times a day
Ten times a day something happens to me like this – some strengthening throb of amazement – some good sweet empathetic ping and swell.
This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
(can’t find the source, though it appears to be prose, in that every time it appears online it has no line breaks.)
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