Postcards: Introduction, Like Gentle Rain on Soaked Bones
Using words no more difficult than a child’s and with great amounts of punctuation lacking, can we find the infinitely intimate beauty of our existence together?
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It is my hope that this book lands like gentle rain on those who are already soaked to the bone. As its name well demonstrates, this is a book written to be needless, like a rock tossed in a silent pond or a precipitous glance at the rising, evening moon, these are words cast in directions where their effects are to be only a little considered. Considered, yes, but entirely momentary. There is nothing in the following pages that you, my dear reader, do not already hold dear and that you, my fellow earthling, do not already hold close to your heart. But the following observances and stories—postcards, really, of places we have been—intend to be a needless and gentle push for you to stop, to quiet the ceaseless babble of our modern and dinging and canceling times, to see the wonders and beauties of each and every passing moment for what it are: nothing at all but all and altogether nothing again.
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