There is a paradox involved in the basic quality of human existence. Our hands touch solid objects, our eyes see shapes and colours, our everyday horizons are narrow; yet there are times when the soul seems to stand on hilltops and to glimpse immense vistas of meaning.
When I was recently on a trip, I felt this immense feeling. This feeling is not confined to saints or poets or philosophers - we all have it at certain moments of happiness and relaxation; if we are fortunate enough.
It seems somehow realer than the trivialities of everyday existence. And this is the paradox.
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