We look at the world.
We breathe the air that fills it and the smoke that wraps around it. We smell the leaves of grass that cover the earth.
We admire the secret of detail, the beauty of imperfection.
We run after the sublime of large things and of things even larger. We touch with our breath the soft wrinkles of a skin.
We feel the pounding sea and the blinding light.
We dance with the mystery of fire.
We fall in love with the ancient shape of a stone,
with the infinity contained in a gaze.
We contemplate life,
because in the end, it is the only thing left to us.