You can’t, for instance, see a tree as it is. You note bark and limbs, roots and trembling leaves, and if you pause to observe, for our purposes that is more than enough, already more than you can appreciate. But even then, what have you grasped of that teeming, swarming dazzle with your dim eyes, dull ears, runny nose, gloved fingers, circumscribed imagination? It’s a daunting question. Too much. Too much. After all, come on, it’s just a tree, right?
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