When you encounter a face, the heart that is attached to it has battles you know nothing about, and it has dreams, and fears and hopes that are as real as the landscape around, as tangible as your own dreams, fears and hopes.
This primal link of conscience to reality, this childhood of seconds when everything is naked bare and you have a crisper sense of being alive and of sharing an existence with others, is what has been offered to us living with the Zürchers.
Let it throbe and let it come back to stillness.
