What he loved in horses, was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leaning of his life were for the ardent hearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. -Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
I think about this passage often. I want to live with reverence toward all that is simple and beautiful in the world. Horses live with intention, always present, and reveling in the magic of the life flowing through their veins.