What does it mean to care about art but not about the people who made that art? And this brings me again to the annotation I found

We want whatever it is that can help us draw the absent shape, we look for more information, more data points, an ever-greater accumulation of stories and remembrances. But the quest is never finished, the one who went away never returns. Slowly the bank of stories is depleted. The memories evaporate.

People like him show that a deeper intimacy with nature is possible and that this intimacy does not have to rely on the obliterative arrogance of Western culture.

The great conversation has become a monologue.

A lot of the suffering we will witness in life will be greater than ours. There’s the question of what we can do to help and the different question of what to do when we can’t help.

We forget the Slave Ship, we must forget the Slave Ship in the way we must forget many difficult things with the kind of forgetfulness that allows us to keep on living our lives.

In those moments when the listening is shallow he perceives a distance between what he hears and what it means.

there’s the stubborn gap between what he is able to think and what he is able to do.

When possible he wants to listen and receive the music in his body before he gives it a name.