Disclaimer: The followings are not intended as accurate portrayals of authentic beliefs, but explorative translations of canidley’s lived experience and/or expressions from, the unknown. 🌲🌲🌲🌲 𝔸̼̼̼𝕟̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕖̼̼̼𝕒̼̼̼𝕘̼̼̼𝕦̼̼̼𝕝̼̼̼𝕝̼̼̼*̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕒̼̼̼𝕥̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕥̼̼̼𝕙̼̼̼𝕖̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕓̼̼̼𝕖̼̼̼𝕒̼̼̼𝕔̼̼̼𝕙̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕟̼̼̼𝕒̼̼̼𝕞̼̼̼𝕖̼̼̼𝕕̼̼̼ ̼̼̼ ̼̼̼𝕫̼̼̼ ̼ Yea, though I stand through the sand of the edge of an ocean, an eagull flies so close to my face that I feel the wind beneath the edge of a wing. It feels like beauty on my face. I stood still because I watched the eagull’s eyes as z got close. I didn’t think z would hit me, but I didn’t know z wouldn’t. American English could say the eagull waved hello, or maybe I was touched by an angel. Somebody could say “who said it can’t be both.” Somebody could say “who said it can’t be neither.” Somebody didn’t wonder. 🌲🌲🌲🌲 F͟o͟o͟t͟n͟o͟t͟e͟s͟: *An eagull is like a metaphorical seagull that flies the same way as a metaphorical eagle, metaphorically. B̼a̼c̼k̼s̼t̼o̼r̼y̼: I’ve been watching seagulls at the beach. Looking up at the sky one day, I saw a hawk approaching a flock of seagulls resting on the ground. As the hawk got close and prepared to land, I was like, is that hawk really part of that flock? I realized the hawk was actually a seagull that looked like a hawk because it flied like one. It was so authentic and effortless that I wondered why they don’t normally fly that way. Post navigation The else My answers to “Questionnaire” by Wendell Berry
