But we don't think by feeling. We think by thinking. We don't feel. We think about feeling.
Once upon a time, when we were children, we felt. And then one day we "grew up" and we stopped.
I took a long walk today, in the snow. It was snowing and dusk was approaching, but I wanted to see the pond and the bay covered in snow. Walking along -- feeling the cold air, feeling the snow crunching beneath my shoes, feeling the snow lightly falling, in the falling light...
It reminded me of feeling - as a child. It reminded me that as an adult, we think instead of feel. We think about who we are. We think about who others perceive we are. We think about the perfect job. We think about the perfect life. And then we think about why we don't have the perfect job, the perfect life...
Our feelings are layered over, encumbered, suffocated with thought. And while we are thinking, life flows by... and we don't feel the cold air, the crunchy snow, the falling light... we don't live, we're too busy thinking about living...
Thought=life = "...an incomprehensible enchantment..."
