Your wild remembering is one book away:

Instinct is the part of Self that knows beyond words; feels the weave of true beingness itself. It walks deftly along the thin line between the ephemeral liminality of sensation and the objective facts of gross physical reality.

It is the patient whisper that was never not within you.

If you knew that within every story lived the wisdom, knowledge, and experiences of the author, something that would fundamentally change your life for the better,

How closely would you pay attention?