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The Fact That The Patients Were Complex Human Beings With A Rich Life Beyond The Hospital Never Really Sank Into The Consciousness Of The Residents. Because They Had No Rich Lives Beyond The Hospital, They Assumed No One Else Did, Either. In The End, What They Lacked Was Not Medical Knowledge But Ordinary Life Experience.

The Best Doctors Found A Middle Position Where They Were Neither Overwhelmed By Their Feelings Nor Estranged From Them. That Was The Most Difficult Position Of All, And The Precise Balance - Neither Too Detached Nor Too Caring - Was Something Few Learned.

The Truth Is, Almost Nobody Wants To Experience Real Nature. What People Want Is To Spend A Week Or Two In A Cabin In The Woods, With Screens On The Windows. They Want A Simplified Life For A While, Without All Their Stuff. Or A Nice River Rafting Trip For A Few Days, With Somebody Else Doing The Cooking. Nobody Wants To Go Back To Nature In Any Real Way, And Nobody Does. It's All Talk.

Human Beings Never Think For Themselves. For The Most Part, Members Of Our Species Simply Repeat What They Are Told - And Become Upset If They Are Exposed To Any Different View. The Characteristic Human Trait Is Not Awareness But Conformity. We Are Stubborn, Self-destructive Conformists. Any Other View Of Our Species Is Just A Self-congratulatory Delusion.

Grant Knew That People Could Not Imagine Geological Time. Human Life Was Lived On Another Scale Of Time Entirely. An Apple Turned Brown In A Few Minutes. Silverware Turned Black In A Few Days. A Compost Heap Decayed In A Season. A Child Grew Up In A Decade. None Of These Everyday Human Experiences Prepared People To Be Able To Imagine The Meaning Of Eighty Million Years - The Length Of Time That Had Passed Since This Little Animal Had Died.