I can't remember the last time I read a novel cover to cover. I've attained so many books over the last decade that I could hardly contain my excitement to simply enjoy one at a time, and fully immerse myself in its engagement, finding pleasure in simple lines, pages or beats before the distraction of attention acquiring others removed me from that focus. But this. This is beauty. Pure magic from the heart of a soul enchanted by life, anxious of death, understanding of all things to be equally existing in an infinite continuum of oneness...