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Real Beauty Is So Deep You Have To Move Into Darkness To Understand It.

For So Many Centuries, The Exchange Of Gifts Has Held Us Together. It Has Made It Possible To Bridge The Abyss Where Language Struggles.

Because You Have Seen Something Doesn't Mean You Can Explain It. Differing Interpretations Will Always Abound, Even When Good Minds Come To Bear. The Kernel Of Indisputable Information Is A Dot In Space; Interpretations Grow Out Of The Desire To Make This Point A Line, To Give It Direction. The Directions In Which It Can Be Sent, The Uses To Which It Can Be Put By A Culturally, Professionally, And Geographically Diverse Society Are Almost Without Limit. The Possibilities Make Good Scientists Chary.

The Interior Landscape Responds To The Character And Subtlety Of The Exterior Landscape; The Shape Of The Individual Mind Is Affected By The Land As It Is By Genes.

Would The Last Animal, Eating Garbage And Living On The Last Scrap Of Land, His Mate Dead, Would He Still Forgive You?