No the point is that not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions, we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it. The levitating saints came down at last, and their two feet bore real weight. I’ve never seen a sunset or felt a wind that didn’t. That I ended this experience prematurely for myself-that I drew scales over my eyes and gloved my hand between me and the puppy-is not the only point. I look at the mountain, which is still doing its tricks, as you look at a still beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your love in another country years ago: with fond nostalgia.
And the second I verbalize this awareness in my brain, I cease to see the mountain or feel the puppy. This is it, I think, this is it, right now, the present, this empty gas station, here, this western wind, this tang of coffee on the tongue, and I am patting the puppy, I am watching the mountain.
Totally cheating, I just wanted to fit more quotes from Pilgrim here.
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