I know that I am in there. One thing I admire about the world is the detail. No matter how I choose to listen to the world there is detail. I look out the window and I hear a constant concert of clouds, cats, dogs, people, thoughts and feelings. Amy the cat has fleas.
Any intention makes itself visible eventually.
My hand, at 46, does not seem particularly different to me than it did when I was 20. But I have watched the lifelines deepen and my ring become worn. So at 46 I know sometimes when to light the fireplace and when to call a friend for tea and when to talk with my wife. And when to just look out the window. And so, when I stop to look, are others I know in passing.