Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.

Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.

Suddenly, you know you are alive.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

It felt so amazing to be alive I could never think of anything else.

Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive! Don't you like this?

That’s what having no sensation is like: to be without a body, as if you’re ethereal, floating like a ghost. To not feel alive. "Seeing is believing” is doubly applicable to someone like her.

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.