How could a hunk of matter
arrange the pattern of ink on this page? A star of David, smiley face, and Mercedes-Benz
flip positions for your convenience. A primitive kind of reasoning: Gadget and page are
just a bunch of ink marks. Creeping neurons represent the individual: Socrates, Aristotle, Rod
Stewart- the whole thing could be done in silicon chips.
Writing is the Real Engine
these words, you are taking part in the wonders of the natural world. For you and I can shape
events in each other's brains with exquisite precision. Naturally, we forget what a
miracle it is.
Surrender your imagination to words: when a male octopus spots a
female his grayish body becomes striped. He swims above and begins caressing her with
seven of his arms. Cherries jubilee.
You now share secrets- some stranger's imagination
bridging gaps of time, space, and acquaintanceship. Language
I have never met a person not interested in language. Try
to satisfy that curiosity, lover. Submit a secret to the world: signing chimps, idiot savants, feral
children, twins separated at birth. Unaware, the burdened intellectual dislikes blind men
and airy platitudes. The Search for the Mother of All
The plural bubbles up unscathed: swarms and herds, a flock of
geese, the cottages at mountain feet, maple leaves, a mass of foliage. We can make
amends but never just one amend, ponder every claw that made a
Origin: The Forests and Gods We've
A solitary human, an impressive Robinson Crusoe, is captured,
came so close to reaching God. As a result, far-reaching changes on the planet. The bones of
ten thousand wild horses
will exchange words. When there is no one to talk with,
people talk to themselves, their dogs, even their plants. Spellbinding, silver-tongued seducer
wins an event
separating him from other animals, the decline. Some migratory birds
navigate thousands of miles by calibrating the positions of constellations.
talent show, we are primates with a knack for communicating information about who did what to
whom- the sounds we make when we exhale.