Sometimes I see the world too real. I see that things are actually material and animated, driven by life forces. In a special moment, when not taken for granted, this seems to me truly incredible.

It becomes hard to keep on a conversation with someone as I start to marvel just at the fact that they are speaking and living and breathing in front of me, and I am such that I can, not only witness their life unfolding in front of me, but also interact, affecting their life with my own.

It becomes difficult not to suddenly exclaim as I realize this. I am sure I must have a glazed-over look in my eyes.