"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures"
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Alive, Wilder suggests, is not a pulse but a perception. The line pivots on a sly demotion of biology: you can be breathing, eating, working, even succeeding, and still not quite qualify as living. His standard is narrower and harsher: the rare moments when the heart becomes conscious of its treasures. Not possesses them, not hoards them, not even enjoys them, but recognizes them as treasure at all. The verb "conscious" is doing the heavy lifting, turning gratitude into a kind of wakefulness.
Wilder wrote in a century trained to anesthetize itself: industrial speed, mass war, mass media, mass everything. Against that backdrop, "treasures" reads less like riches than like the small, endangered stock of meaning - love, friendship, time, beauty, the ordinary miracle of being spared another day. The heart is both the sentimental organ and the moral one; consciousness is both feeling and thought. He collapses the modern split between being moved and being mindful, implying that you have to notice what you care about in order to truly care about it.
The subtext is a rebuke to distraction and a warning about deferred living. If your treasures only become legible when threatened - after a loss, a diagnosis, a goodbye - then most of your life is spent asleep inside your own good fortune. Wilder, a writer obsessed with time and mortality, makes aliveness a flash of recognition: brief, bracing, and worth arranging your life to invite.
Wilder wrote in a century trained to anesthetize itself: industrial speed, mass war, mass media, mass everything. Against that backdrop, "treasures" reads less like riches than like the small, endangered stock of meaning - love, friendship, time, beauty, the ordinary miracle of being spared another day. The heart is both the sentimental organ and the moral one; consciousness is both feeling and thought. He collapses the modern split between being moved and being mindful, implying that you have to notice what you care about in order to truly care about it.
The subtext is a rebuke to distraction and a warning about deferred living. If your treasures only become legible when threatened - after a loss, a diagnosis, a goodbye - then most of your life is spent asleep inside your own good fortune. Wilder, a writer obsessed with time and mortality, makes aliveness a flash of recognition: brief, bracing, and worth arranging your life to invite.
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