Feel
I was woken up today by the sound of a bird singing. It sounded like a nightingale, but surely it couldn’t be… The bird played casually through its repertoire, repeating sequence after sequence a few times, then moving on to the next and so on. It sounded like a relaxed practice ritual for a singer or instrumentalist. At the same time, I imagined a tennis pro in training gear casually hitting a few balls to repeat certain sequences.
The interesting thing is that I am completely convinced of my imagination. As is so often the case, I feel an intuitive certainty when experiencing such situations, which may be based on years of (re)thinking, but which cannot be grasped, implemented or experienced in any way with pure thought.
It is rather a now practised ability to empathize, to recognize and understand the moments of other natural beings as beings of nature, which I am myself.