To wit: I spotted two tiny butterscotch skippers, each half the size of a clover flower on which they dined. Zooming in on one, moving closer and closer, I finally spooked it. When he flew off, I saw his companion sharing the yellow canyon-bloom: a teeny tiny katydid nymph. Two for one!




But surely we are all blind to most of the lives unfolding, beginning, and ending in the air around us, in the ground and water, in ourselves and on our skin, in our towns and country and alien lands beyond our boarders; we are blind to most of the companions riding on our own blossom, Earth.
Hamlet was right: "There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in [my philosophy]."
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