The Well of Unchanging
| We raise the children divorced from nature.
That is the first, great wall. Then we make big, distorting windows through the wall:
stories filled with anthropomorphized animals. Now I find that, using the lenses, I have (unknowing) been slowly, day by day, chipping away at that wall. And have broken through. Here and there are chinks, through which the true air of nature flows, through which I can see without quite so much distortion. I breathe the air. My eyes drink the vision. My ears bathe in true surround sound. "Draw from the well of
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