I have read this book (unlike most of the numerous books that I have consumed in my lifetime) several times at intervals each time of some number of years and tonight when perusing books piled in my den-room I picked it up and as it fell randomly open I began to read without volition as easily as one can fall into conversation with an old friend on meeting them unexpectedly around the town or in the street, and the words and sentences lulled soothingly into my awareness of the world around me in those days before I formed in the chaos of this universe so that I was walking the beach at night hearing the ocean, the sigh of the wind, the smashing of the waves, the coolness of the damp and night, the awareness of my own life and it's absence before and after I am here and it is like returning to home in the way that we know we cannot but yet we long to do. Read this book - again if you have read it before, or for the first time if you have been
blind until now, let it sooth you, let it open your awareness to the earth, and
to the sea, and to the night, and to the wind, and to the vastness of what
should be the natural world around you and know that this is the bible of our
senses that we have sought since we were young.
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