Why we live

One bottle of feldalkohol – 33cl Pilsner Urquell (4.4% ABV), as I watch the sun go down. And then suddenly, unbidden... the purpose of life itself unfolds.

{{ I'm not here to boast, I'm here to feel.

That is all.

My duty is to feel. }}

And, presumably, to express the experience. Those precise words, written in my notebook on the moment. Connected directly with the sun. Not thinking – intuiting. Purest consciousness.

Below: dried-out tansy (wrotycz, Tanacetum vulgare) in front of the sunset. Being here is what set it off.

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Below: the InterCity San express from Warsaw to Przemyśl overtakes a Radom-bound Koleje Mazowieckie train between Sułkowice and Chynów. A long exposure of a tenth of a second was chosen to get the motion blur. The express sounded its horn as it was passing the slow train, startling the white dog in the foreground. The orchard to the left has been picked.

That is all.

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