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“When I run, whether or not it is among other people, my pulse beats faster, and my breath flows deeper. Heat rises, pores open, and sweat pours. Breath steadies as each foot falls into the grasp of gravity for an instant, another instant, and another. Moments between footstrikes, moments between heartbeats, and moments between breaths, no matter how brief, merge and become
one stillness. Consciousness surges through thousands of miles of synapses, both toward the sky and down to the dirt. Absence and
presence are synonymous as they are stillness within movement, where distance doesn’t matter, because distance is infinite.”
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one stillness. Consciousness surges through thousands of miles of synapses, both toward the sky and down to the dirt. Absence and
presence are synonymous as they are stillness within movement, where distance doesn’t matter, because distance is infinite.”
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“The surface of the ocean moves like muscle, but
underneath it is the pulse of the ebb and flood, like my heart urging
the movement of blood and limbs over a distance through space.
When I run a long enough distance, it is all-the-more-clearer that
I’m just a vessel of consciousness constructed of cells and bacteria.”
― A Road out of Naknek: Alaskan Salmon Fishing, Long-Distance Running, and Life According to the Tide
underneath it is the pulse of the ebb and flood, like my heart urging
the movement of blood and limbs over a distance through space.
When I run a long enough distance, it is all-the-more-clearer that
I’m just a vessel of consciousness constructed of cells and bacteria.”
― A Road out of Naknek: Alaskan Salmon Fishing, Long-Distance Running, and Life According to the Tide
“I was never a stellar student, but I paid attention to the interesting parts — and as I understand it, gravity between the sun, our planet, and the moon pulls the ocean in a
rhythm as reliable as night and day, summer and winter, or spring and fall. It creates ebbs and floods in a pattern that the rotation of
a clock, the breath in a pair of lungs, or the beating of a heart could never match. The tide was turning long before life existed, and it will keep turning long after we’re gone.”
― A Road out of Naknek: Alaskan Salmon Fishing, Long-Distance Running, and Life According to the Tide
rhythm as reliable as night and day, summer and winter, or spring and fall. It creates ebbs and floods in a pattern that the rotation of
a clock, the breath in a pair of lungs, or the beating of a heart could never match. The tide was turning long before life existed, and it will keep turning long after we’re gone.”
― A Road out of Naknek: Alaskan Salmon Fishing, Long-Distance Running, and Life According to the Tide
