How could I love right now to be able
to see all this as somebody whose only relation to it was visual –
to everything as an adult traveller who has just arrived at the
surface of life! To not have learned from birth to attached
predetermined meanings to all these things. To be able to see them in
their natural self-expression, irrespective of the expressions that
have been imposed on them. To be able to recognize the fish wife in
her human reality, independent of her being called a fishwife and my
knowing that she exist and sells fish. To see the policeman as God
sees him. To notice everything for the first time, not as a
apocalyptic revelations of life's Mystery, but as direct
manifestations of Reality.
Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 377
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