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BULBUL BIRDS DARTING FROM TREE TO TREE SOMETIMES THEY WALKED AMONG THE BRONZE FALLEN LEAVES AND ALDER BUSHES ALONG THE STREAM

“After, the two of them sat outside the kolba, ate pine nuts and sipped green tea, watched the bulbul birds darting from tree to tree. Sometimes they went for walks among the bronze fallen leaves and alder bushes, along the stream toward the mountains.”

Hosseini, Khaled. A Thousand Splendid Suns. New York, NY: Penguins Books, 2007. p. 16.

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SCIENTIFIC DESCRIPTION OF NATURAL LANGUAGES HAVE FALLEN SHORT OF COMPLETENESS AS THE DESCRIPTIVE LINGUISTS CONFESS YET THE CHILD LEARNS

“All attempts at scientific description of natural languages have fallen short of completeness, as the descriptive linguists readily confess, yet the child learns the mother tongue early and has virtually mastered it by six.”

Snyder, Gary. The Practice of the Wild. San Francisco: North Point Press, 1990. p.17.

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AT ALL IMPORTANT THE WORDS STUCK TO ME LIKE BURRS THE PATH WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE FALLEN LEAVES AND HERE AND THERE THE STREAM WAS

"“Shall I go there?” “As you like—
it will not matter; you are not at all important.”
The words stuck to me
like burrs. The path was hidden
under the fallen leaves; and here and there
the stream was choked. Where it forced a way
the ripples flashed a second.
She spoke unkindly but it was the truth:
I shared the sunshine like a leaf, a ripple;

thinking of this, sunned myself
and, for the moment, was content."

Reznikoff, Charles, edited by Seamus Cooney. “Autobiography: New York.” The Poems of Charles Reznikoff: 1918-1975. Boston: David R. Godine, 2005. p. 187.

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IS ALWAYS CRAMMED FULL OF OBJECTS TREES FALLEN LOGS SPLOTCHES OF COLOR ON THE GROUND RUSHING BROOKS CLOUDS OUTCROPPINGS OF ROCKS

“The first explanation is based on the fact that vision evolved mainly for discovering objects, whether for grabbing, dodging, mating, eating, or catching. But your visual field is always crammed full of objects: trees, fallen logs, splotches of color on the ground, rushing brooks, clouds, outcroppings of rocks, and on and on.”

Ramachandran, V. S. The Tell-tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W.W. Norton, 2011. p. 188

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OF THE WOODS WITH DELIGHTFUL FRESHNESS THE RICH BROWN OF THE BARK OF THE TREES AND THE FALLEN BURS AND LEAVES AND DEAD FERNS THE GRAYS

“The rain brought out the colors of the woods with delightful freshness, the rich brown of the bark of the trees and the fallen burs and leaves and dead ferns; the grays of rocks and lichens; the light purple of swelling buds, and the warm yellow greens of the libocedrus and mosses.”

Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. I. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p. 299.

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MELTING SNOWS OOZE AND FLOW GENTLY EVERY FALLEN LEAF AND ROOTLET LONG CLASPING ROOT AND PROSTRATE TRUNK MAY BE A DAM HOARDING

“The roots of this immense tree fill the ground, forming a thick sponge that absorbs and holds back the rains and melting snows, only allowing them to ooze and flow gently. Indeed, every fallen leaf and rootlet, as well as long clasping root, and prostrate trunk, may be regarded as a dam hoarding the bounty of storm-clouds, and dispensing it as blessings all through the summer, instead of allowing it to go headlong in short-lived floods.”

Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. I. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. p. 214.

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MOUNTAIN-PEAKS WITH THEIR SNOWY GORGES AND HOLLOWS ARE LOST TO VIEW THE GROUND IS LITTERED WITH FALLEN TRUNKS THAT LIE CROSSED AND RECROSSED LIKE

“The ground is littered with fallen trunks that lie crossed and recrossed like storm-lodged wheat; and besides this close forest of pines, the rich moraine soil supports a luxuriant growth of ribbon-leaved grasses—bromus, triticum, calamagrostis, agrostis, etc., which rear their handsome spikes and panicles above your waist.”

Muir, John. The Writings of John Muir: Sierra Edition. Vol. I. The Mountains of California. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. pp. 145-6.

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BEING BROKEN APART THE TEMPERATURE HAD FALLEN THREE HUNDRED MILLION DEGREES TWENTY TIMES HOTTER THAN THE interior of the SUN AND THE

“Eventually, after about three minutes, the temperature was a mere 109 degrees, so that certain very light nuclei, such as those of tritium and helium, could now form without being broken apart. After half an hour or so the temperature had fallen to 3 X 108 (300 million) degrees-only twenty times hotter than the interior of the sun-and the synthesis of new nuclei stopped.”

Crick, Francis. Life Itself: Its Origin and Nature. New York: Touchstone, 1982. p. 31.

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IT IS EASY ENOUGH TO AGREE ABOUT THE PRESENCE OF QUALIA SUCH AS THE PAIN FELT AFTER A BRICK HAS FALLEN ON A BARE FOOT OR THE BLUENESS OF THE SKY

"Is the problem on the ëhardí side of the ledger sufficiently well-defined to sustain the division as a fundamental empirical principle? Although it is easy enough to agree about the presence of qualia in certain prototypical cases, such as the pain felt after a brick has fallen on a bare foot, or the blueness of the sky on a sunny summer afternoon, things are less clear-cut once we move beyond the favoured prototypes. Some of our perceptual capacities are rather subtle, as, for example, positional sense is often claimed to be."

Churchland, Patricia. "The Hornswoggle Problem." Journal of Consciousness Studies 3, no. 5-6 (May 1996). p. 404.

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MIRROR INTO WHICH A TRIANGLE OF LIGHT HAD FALLEN THROUGH PARTIALLY OPEN DOORS AS INTO A POOL OF WATER I SOMEHOW BECAME CONVINCED OF MY IDENTIT

“looking into the dark oblong mirror into which a triangle of light had fallen through partially open doors as into a pool of water I somehow became convinced of my identity with that luminous figure.”

Antin, David. Autobiography. New York, NY: Something Else Press, 1967. p. 5.

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