"I am prying into secrets again, and taking my chances. I might see anything happen; I might see nothing but light on the water. I walked home exhilarated or becalmed, but always changed, alive. "It scatters and gathers," Heraclitus said, "it comes and goes." And I want to be in the way of its passage, and cooled by its invisible breath."
Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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