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I wonder …u003cbru003eI wonder where it all begun. Was there ever a trail that brought me to some hiding place when I was a child? Or some mystic revelation that shone through me enriching my spirit and leaving me oblivious of what had happened but at the same time, condemning me to a constant search for other revelations?u003cbru003e u003cbru003eI remember when I saw whales for the first time, in Peninsula Valdes, Patagonia, Argentina. I was a grown man, travelling with my wife, still childless. A child myself, reminiscences of Pinocchio and Jonas and a stupor such as I have never experienced in my life.u003cbru003eWhen I said: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it was actually true.u003cbru003eThere have been other moments like that. When my first son was born. It’s fully formed fingers grasping the cable that connected my wife to a monitor and that precious moment caught on camera, now a picture in B u0026amp; W hanging in my office.u003cbru003eThe astonishment. The beauty. The revelation of what makes us human. It’s simple, easily forgotten in the hundrum of daily life.u003cbru003eBut always present, nevertheless. Like a heartbeat. Like breathing. Like a neural transmission from the brain to your hands, your legs. It turns into movement and we travel through air, time, distance. First we crawl, then we stumble, then we walk, then we run.u003cbru003eRunning is only the last piece of an evolution that starts when we are still baby. When we are still capable of stupor at virtually everything.u003cbru003eAs we grow, we learn to walk unaided, to run if we need to or out of desire. But the ability to be mesmerised, astonished, lyrically enthused becomes harder to achieve . Sometimes it’s a book or a movie. Or your child’s first smile or first word. The first steps.u003cbru003eThe moment we realise we are in love. Strangely, it can also present itself when we are in pain or sorrow.u003cbru003eBut how many times did you say: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it turned out to be true?

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I wonder …u003cbru003eI wonder where it all begun. Was there ever a trail that brought me to some hiding place when I was a child? Or some mystic revelation that shone through me enriching my spirit and leaving me oblivious of what had happened but at the same time, condemning me to a constant search for other revelations?u003cbru003e u003cbru003eI remember when I saw whales for the first time, in Peninsula Valdes, Patagonia, Argentina. I was a grown man, travelling with my wife, still childless. A child myself, reminiscences of Pinocchio and Jonas and a stupor such as I have never experienced in my life.u003cbru003eWhen I said: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it was actually true.u003cbru003eThere have been other moments like that. When my first son was born. It’s fully formed fingers grasping the cable that connected my wife to a monitor and that precious moment caught on camera, now a picture in B u0026amp; W hanging in my office.u003cbru003eThe astonishment. The beauty. The revelation of what makes us human. It’s simple, easily forgotten in the hundrum of daily life.u003cbru003eBut always present, nevertheless. Like a heartbeat. Like breathing. Like a neural transmission from the brain to your hands, your legs. It turns into movement and we travel through air, time, distance. First we crawl, then we stumble, then we walk, then we run.u003cbru003eRunning is only the last piece of an evolution that starts when we are still baby. When we are still capable of stupor at virtually everything.u003cbru003eAs we grow, we learn to walk unaided, to run if we need to or out of desire. But the ability to be mesmerised, astonished, lyrically enthused becomes harder to achieve . Sometimes it’s a book or a movie. Or your child’s first smile or first word. The first steps.u003cbru003eThe moment we realise we are in love. Strangely, it can also present itself when we are in pain or sorrow.u003cbru003eBut how many times did you say: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it turned out to be true?

This paragraph serves as an introduction to your blog post. Begin by discussing the primary theme or topic that you plan…

I wonder …u003cbru003eI wonder where it all begun. Was there ever a trail that brought me to some hiding place when I was a child? Or some mystic revelation that shone through me enriching my spirit and leaving me oblivious of what had happened but at the same time, condemning me to a constant search for other revelations?u003cbru003e u003cbru003eI remember when I saw whales for the first time, in Peninsula Valdes, Patagonia, Argentina. I was a grown man, travelling with my wife, still childless. A child myself, reminiscences of Pinocchio and Jonas and a stupor such as I have never experienced in my life.u003cbru003eWhen I said: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it was actually true.u003cbru003eThere have been other moments like that. When my first son was born. It’s fully formed fingers grasping the cable that connected my wife to a monitor and that precious moment caught on camera, now a picture in B u0026amp; W hanging in my office.u003cbru003eThe astonishment. The beauty. The revelation of what makes us human. It’s simple, easily forgotten in the hundrum of daily life.u003cbru003eBut always present, nevertheless. Like a heartbeat. Like breathing. Like a neural transmission from the brain to your hands, your legs. It turns into movement and we travel through air, time, distance. First we crawl, then we stumble, then we walk, then we run.u003cbru003eRunning is only the last piece of an evolution that starts when we are still baby. When we are still capable of stupor at virtually everything.u003cbru003eAs we grow, we learn to walk unaided, to run if we need to or out of desire. But the ability to be mesmerised, astonished, lyrically enthused becomes harder to achieve . Sometimes it’s a book or a movie. Or your child’s first smile or first word. The first steps.u003cbru003eThe moment we realise we are in love. Strangely, it can also present itself when we are in pain or sorrow.u003cbru003eBut how many times did you say: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it turned out to be true?

This paragraph serves as an introduction to your blog post. Begin by discussing the primary theme or topic that you plan…

I wonder …u003cbru003eI wonder where it all begun. Was there ever a trail that brought me to some hiding place when I was a child? Or some mystic revelation that shone through me enriching my spirit and leaving me oblivious of what had happened but at the same time, condemning me to a constant search for other revelations?u003cbru003e u003cbru003eI remember when I saw whales for the first time, in Peninsula Valdes, Patagonia, Argentina. I was a grown man, travelling with my wife, still childless. A child myself, reminiscences of Pinocchio and Jonas and a stupor such as I have never experienced in my life.u003cbru003eWhen I said: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it was actually true.u003cbru003eThere have been other moments like that. When my first son was born. It’s fully formed fingers grasping the cable that connected my wife to a monitor and that precious moment caught on camera, now a picture in B u0026amp; W hanging in my office.u003cbru003eThe astonishment. The beauty. The revelation of what makes us human. It’s simple, easily forgotten in the hundrum of daily life.u003cbru003eBut always present, nevertheless. Like a heartbeat. Like breathing. Like a neural transmission from the brain to your hands, your legs. It turns into movement and we travel through air, time, distance. First we crawl, then we stumble, then we walk, then we run.u003cbru003eRunning is only the last piece of an evolution that starts when we are still baby. When we are still capable of stupor at virtually everything.u003cbru003eAs we grow, we learn to walk unaided, to run if we need to or out of desire. But the ability to be mesmerised, astonished, lyrically enthused becomes harder to achieve . Sometimes it’s a book or a movie. Or your child’s first smile or first word. The first steps.u003cbru003eThe moment we realise we are in love. Strangely, it can also present itself when we are in pain or sorrow.u003cbru003eBut how many times did you say: ‘I’ll never forget this’ and it turned out to be true?