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In the city you can see
the Big Dipper measuring out the night, but in the country the galaxies blaze through and you learn that what we call The Big Dipper is only a part of Ursa Major, that there is much more to the constellation than a dipper. But you must look deeper to see the whole design. In the city you see the animals-- a squirrel, perhaps, climbing a tree or barred animals on display. In the country you drive through forests and I learned to look deeply through surface trees to see beyond and find the deer grazing hidden in plain sight. But you must learn how to look, more, how to see. Surfaces are but a mask hiding what lies below, or reflecting back what one expects to see. You must look deeper to perceive what is not immediately obvious else you miss the trees for the forest, the soul for the mask and the heavens for a wishing star.
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