The older we get, the more senses fade. and the less we need them to appreciate the world.
—Jonathan Negus
>discover mckennatube
>never sleep again
Remember and have faith in the wind that bends dandelion stems on overgrown highway dividers, then, on to part wheat fields like a proud mother does her baby’s hair. Out under the sun everything makes sense, even hunger and thirst and skeletal animals along mountain trails. That relationship won’t ever fail you. You have magnets in your chest. Open your heart, calm your mind and time will do the rest
—Jonathan Negus
“Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat’s chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles
Time Is Breath
