Seeing warmth

"The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that energy was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. The something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings of the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact."

~ Haruki Murakami

(the second part of the last sentence is a bit misleading, but what a wonderful sentiment)