If you NEED a translation, you will never know how accurate that text is.
The student, if so he calls himself, must have missed the point.
We refer here not just to a search for extra-terrestrial life: to look for a planet LIKE our own, is to miss entirely the gorgeous freshness which typifies our rocky perch.
Jan Cox, 20th Century American mystic, philosopher of the supramechanical and humorist of the ontological, is the subject of this blog written by an acquaintance of his as a means of publicizing the thoughts of this extraordinary presence.
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Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Birds of a song
It is spring here, and the crows, a species of which the individuals are larger than your standard pigeon, continue their year round cawing. Their raucous cry is easy to identify. So is the mockingbird's sweet variations. The crows will, in a group, harass hawks, for no doubt good reasons. Then they are against a blue sky, their black cursive selves streaks on a different board.