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“Bark is a waterproof skin of dead cells that protects a tree's interior plumbing. The furrows in bark are essentially stretch marks that appear as the tree expands. On some trees, like the giant sequoia, bark can be 12 or more inches thick--good insulation from wildfire. Other species, like birch and aspen, have skins just 1/4 inch thick. In the famously exquisite bark of paper birch, cells are laminated on top of one another in layers, so the bark can stretch without furrowing. Microscopic air spaces riddle the outer layers, reflecting light in all directions and making the bark appear white. Should the inner, re4ddish brown bark be exposed, a black scar develops.”
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“What kind of god would allow the starlight from distant stars to continue forever, even after the star has 'died,'--a fundamental premise of contemporary astrophysics--yet would not provide the same opportunity for our personal biophotons?”
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“There's an invisible Tokyo built of them, existing in the minds of us, its citizens. Internet, manga, Hollywood, doomsday cults, they are all places where you go and where you matter as an individual. Some people will tell you about their places straight off, and won't shut up about it all night. Others keep it hidden like a garden in a mountain forest.
People with no places are those who end up throwing themselves onto the tracks.”
― Ghostwritten
People with no places are those who end up throwing themselves onto the tracks.”
― Ghostwritten
“How could we even begin to disarm greed and envy? Perhaps by being much less greedy and envious ourselves; perhaps by resisting the temptation of letting our luxuries become needs; and perhaps by even scrutinising our needs to see if they cannot be simplified and reduced.”
― Small Is Beautiful: The classic call for human-scale economics which is now more relevant than ever
― Small Is Beautiful: The classic call for human-scale economics which is now more relevant than ever
“I nodded and drank the tea. It had the sharp taste of bark. With Clemence gone, we could get down to business. I needed to find out about the ghost, first of all. Then I needed luck. I asked Mooshum about the ghost and described it. I told him that the same ghost had come to Randall.
It’s not a ghost, then, Mooshum said.
What is it, then?
Someone’s throwing their spirit at you. Somebody that you’ll see.
Could it be the man?
What man?
I took a breath. Who hurt my mother.
Mooshum nodded and sat motionless, frowning.
No, probably not, he said at last. When somebody throws their spirit at you they don’t even know it, but they mean to help. For weeks mon père dreamed that horse trampled him. Twice, I saw the angel that came to take my Junesse. Be careful.”
― The Round House
It’s not a ghost, then, Mooshum said.
What is it, then?
Someone’s throwing their spirit at you. Somebody that you’ll see.
Could it be the man?
What man?
I took a breath. Who hurt my mother.
Mooshum nodded and sat motionless, frowning.
No, probably not, he said at last. When somebody throws their spirit at you they don’t even know it, but they mean to help. For weeks mon père dreamed that horse trampled him. Twice, I saw the angel that came to take my Junesse. Be careful.”
― The Round House
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