that surealist feeling of being there

i opened my december edition of natgeo magz last nigth, just before bed.
lo and behold, they put 'the king james bible, making a masterpiece' on their cover.
what does it have to do with my life? not so much, apart from the part that i happened to be lucky enough to see the actual king james bible on exhibition in oxford, some months ago.

i don't mean to brag. honestly.

it's the feeling i want to share, that surealist feeling of seeing things in the magz, in the tv, in the news; things that you've have actually touched, or seen, or smelled, or glimpsed about - in real life. it's something that becomes part of your memories, either in jars or in secret chests - or simply there inside the multi-drawers complexity of our mind. and with memories come the feeling. that surealist feeling. as in dream, things are close yet untouched, they are seen yet obscure, vivid but elusive - the very sensation of having been there and having seen them. the feelings of someting within your grasp, just a millimeter away from your fingertips, but eludes you. memories and feelings are so abstract.

the world is such an exhaustible place of things, of knowledge, of happenings. to be able to taste just a mini particle of that vast availability is a privilege. privilege not so many can have. so far in my life, i have been privileged enough. not so much, but at least a bit.

live long and prosper, and may you be amongst the privileged.