What amazes me from time to time is that things exist but I am not able to perceive them. Factual things and I am simply not registering. Like, because my hearing isn't quite so perfect (deaf as a doorstop) sometimes G would say: do you hear the music coming in from the street? No. I'm not. There exists/is happening music somewhere in the street (we live above the main street in an old town), but I am not hearing it. Or we'd come home and he'd say: The whole place still smells like the apple pie you made yesterday.
It does? That seems wonderful. I'm glad you can enjoy it. To me it is a spiritual mystery with some imagination sprinkled on top :P
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