This little piece by Verlyn Klinkenborg in today's NYT is brief and lovely.
It’s worth standing out in the snow just to savor the anticlimax of midnight, just to acknowledge that out of the tens of millions of species on this planet, only one bothers to celebrate not the passing of time, but the way it has chosen to mark the passing of time.Happy new year.
...I always wonder what it would be like to belong to a species — just for a while — that isn’t so busy indexing its life, that lives wholly within the single long strand of its being. I will never have even an idea of what that’s like.
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I think we get the barest hint of what it's like to be a non indexing species when we first come across a scene like the photo you posted - when you first glimpse the sparkle, the white, the black, then as soon as you think "How lovely" or reach for the camera or whatever, that omnet is lost, and it's all about capturing it even as it slips away.
If you were a deer, you would see all those things and think - bare branch -no food - then probably take a delicate deer shit and wander off.
If there had been a berry or two, well, than it would be a greaqt moment for you the deer -
but as you the dear (friend) you get the photo-
fair trade.
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