If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
Oh this is lovely. A more articulate version of my own 'sometimes I think my head is going to twist off with the sheer strangeness and amazingness of it, the grass growing, the squirrel's heart beating.' And we would die of it, I'm certain.
Oh this is lovely. A more articulate version of my own 'sometimes I think my head is going to twist off with the sheer strangeness and amazingness of it, the grass growing, the squirrel's heart beating.' And we would die of it, I'm certain.
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