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“What do you mean by absorbed?” “It’s as if when you’re in the forest, you become a seamless part of it. When you’re in the rain, you’re a part of the rain. When you’re in the morning, you’re a seamless part of the morning. When you’re with me, you become a part of me.” “When you’re with me, then, you’re a seamless part of me?” “That’s true.” “What does it feel like? To be yourself and part of me at the same time?” She looks straight at me and touches her hairpin. “It’s very natural. Once you’re used to it, it’s quite simple. Like flying.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore