Understand

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Understand from the first this certainty—butterflies don’t write books, neither do lilies or violets—which doesn’t mean they don’t know, in their own way, what they are—that they don’t know they are alive—that they don’t feel, that action upon which all consciousness sits, lightly or heavily.

―Mary Oliver

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“Rabbit's clever,"
said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet,
"Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain," said Pooh.
"Yes," said Piglet,
"Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that's why
he never understands anything.”

―A.A. Milne

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