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*BREAKS DOWN SOBBING PUNCHES FLOOR BEATBOXES BREAKS TABLE*
"What strikes me about both [Paul] Stamets and many of the so-called Romantic scientists (like Humboldt and Goethe, Joseph Banks, Erasmus Darwin, and I would include Thoreau) is how very much more alive nature seems in their hands than it would soon become in the cooler hands of the professionals. These more specialized scientists (a word that wasn't coined until 1834) gradually moved science indoors and increasingly gazed at nature through devices that allowed them to observe it at scales invisible to the human eye. These moves subtly changed the object of study -- indeed, made it more of an object.
Instead of seeing nature as a collection of discrete objects, the Romantic scientists -- and I include Stamets in their number -- saw a densely tangled web of subjects, each acting on the other in the great dance that would come to be called coevolution. 'Everything,' Humboldt said, 'is interaction and reciprocal.' They could see this dance of subjectivities because they cultivated the plant's-eye view, the animal's-eye view, the microbe's-eye view, and the fungus's-eye view -- perspectives that depend as much on imagination as observation."
Michael Pollan
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Joyce could not have written Molly Bloom’s soliloquy . . . if he had not somehow found a way in art, if not in life, to recognize the distinct otherness of the loved one.
Maurice Beebe, “Ulysses”, 187
Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse
Dorothy Day