Cosmos ((carl sagan))
An Excerpt...p.23"Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky. Its leaves harvest sunlight to photosynthesize, so trees compete by shadowing their neighbors. If you look closely you can often see two trees pushing and shoving with languid grace. Trees are great and beautiful machines, powered by sunlight, taking in water from the ground and carbon dioxide from the air, converting these materials into food for their use and ours. The plant uses the carbohydrates it makes as an energy source to go about its planty business. And we animals, who are ultimately parasites on the plants, steal the carbohydra

It was a violent night in Toronto
"It was a violent night in Toronto last night", chimed the cbc yesterday morning as patrick whipped up a batch of crepes.Before the story continued, with stories of two separate shootings at downtown parties.Before I heard about those sad deaths I thought that maybe:"It was a violent night in Toronto last night, 400 000 people* watching television witnessed, on average, 14 murders, 106 acts of patriarchal normalcy, 17 displays of hand guns. Overall creativity of a large part of the cities population was under attack."or maybe:"It was a violent night in Toronto last night as the city expanded by another parking lot, bringing the total amount of

ben's first hunt
"How could he be a hunter?" they said to themselves, "I've seen him blow mosquitos off himself so as not to harm them..."Their ideas of hunting may have been about death. yet for this hunter the death of the deer is the responsibility for the health of that species. By taking life he commits to maintaining life. In the way that he relates with the sun, choosing the healthiest animals, those who eat the plants and medicines that he may be unable to, he incorporates all of that in to his living through that doe's flesh and organ, through her hide, that will become a drum to sing songs of praise.He wasn't quite sure if he could share the life of hunting with his community.

For a potter named taai
To fire earth.stacking clay, a potters handgeographic timesculpting lake bottoms.Morning warmth reveals nights creation,a snowy ridge, successful glaze.

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