But enchantment cannot be destroyed. It waits patiently for us to remember that we need it. And now when I start to look for it, there it is: pale, intermittent, waiting patiently for my return. The sudden catch of sunlight behind stained glass. The glint of gold in the silt of a stream. The words that whisper through the leaves. “May I disappear,” wrote Simone Weil. “When I am in any place, I disturb the silence of heaven and earth by my breathing and the beating of my heart.” That is what I am searching for: the chance to merge into the wild drift of the world, to feel overcome, to enter
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