Most of us have very little feeling about anything. Do you know what it is to feel, to care, to look?. To watch the river, to look at the moon for a long time, to feel the movement of trees, to hear the breeze in the morning among the leaves, to feel for those poor woman going from village to town, day after day, in their duty clothes, unwashed, never having a full meal, never being able to stop working makes one sensitive.
To hear, not the technique, not the repetition over and over again of a particular note, but a song sung really well by someone with a full heart, who does not care whether any one is listening or not, to listen to the call of a bird of a morning, and to listen to the fisherman across the river, calling, makes one very, very sensitive it makes one terribly alive.
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