00:00Oh
00:30That's pretty, that's pretty good.
00:39Alice, don't you want to go to the hospital?
00:42It's all out on, kids on!
01:00It's time to liven the senses.
01:09A story that makes sense is one that stirs the senses from their slumber,
01:15one that opens the eyes and the ears to their real surroundings.
01:20Tuning the tongue to the actual tastes in the air
01:23and sending chills of recognition along the surface of the skin.
01:28To make sense is to release the body from the constraints
01:33and the hopes to write out ways of speaking.
01:36It tends to renew and great thinking out
01:39with one's felt awareness of the world.
01:42It is to know the first way of the world to where they are.
01:47It's our characters with a huge story
01:51that is physically on the heart of all lives.
01:54Participants within the vast imagination.
01:57they're dreaming of the block.
02:00What are you doing?
02:01It's not the other person.
02:02What is it?
02:03What are you doing?
02:04What are you doing?
02:05Please be aware.
02:06We're going to let you go to the house of the house,
02:07we're going to...
02:08...otzdem...
02:09...between the exciting living living living.
02:11We're going to get ourselves to the world
02:13to another,
02:14...and we're going to get ourselves to the highest...
02:18This is the structure of deception.
02:27We have a sense in this world by rendering those sounds of our identity.
02:34This is the sense of your deception is this one you can contain.
02:38The terrain enters into a stone to the extent we allow ourselves to be taken up within that terrain.
02:47To our indigenous ancestors and to the many aboriginal peoples who still hold fast to their war traditions.
02:59The language is their sleep and possession.
03:03And it is a property of the animate there within itself.
03:07An expressive, telepractic power.
03:10In which we, among the coyotes and the crickets, will participate.
03:16Each creature enables this expressive magic in its own man.
03:21The honeybee with its wobble dance no less than a bellicose harrowing friend singing in.
03:27Nor is this power restricted solely to them.
03:31Whispered hush, the uncut brass is at dawn.
03:35A length of bells of trunks roaming in one another in the deep woods.
03:42Or the laughter of virtuos as the wind of gusts through their garages.
03:47There, I think, of many vending enemies, without a missing camera.
03:53In the Pacific Northwest, I met a man and scorned himself in the speech of Needle of Evergreen.
04:02On a breezy day, you could drive him blindfolded.
04:06Any patch of dust or forest, a place here is still blind beneath the particular tree.
04:13After a few moments, he may tell you, by listening, just like the species of pine or spruce,
04:20beef burr stood above him.
04:22Whether he stood beneath a camelous fur, or a grand fur, a sytchus bruce, or a western red cedar.
04:30His ears rotundly sent to the different dialects of the trees.
04:40We see a lot of gravitating towers, a lot of earth from a larger body,
04:47calibrated large units, and possibly the familiar canvas of our waking powers.
04:54The tensions and downs of our individual trainers,
04:58the wind, storming back,
05:00extremes into the seeping substance of our muscles.
05:04We give ourselves over to the influence of the breathing earth.
05:09The sleep is the shadow of the earth as it seeps into our skin and spreads throughout our limbs,
05:16dissolving our individual limb,
05:19composing cells, tissues, organs,
05:23and feeds into the lays to the limelight
05:49You
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