Postcards from the AnthropoScenic Byway
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Nature
Nature has no knowledge of its beauty. If it did, the conclusion would be that it is all beautiful. Though, I suspect the natural world’s definition of the word is more like experience than knowledge and is not one that translates into any human language with the possible exception of the arts.
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
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