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There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing. Consider the simple act of changing lanes while driving a car. Try this: close your eyes, grip an imaginary steering wheel, and go through the motions of a lane change. Imagine that you are driving in the left lane and you would like to move over to the right lane. Before reading on, put down the book and try it. I’ll give you 100 points if you can do it correctly. It’s a fairly easy task, right? I’m guessing that you held the steering wheel straight, then banked it over to the right for a moment, and then straightened it out again. No problem. Like almost everyone else, you got it completely wrong. The motion of turning the wheel rightward for a bit, then straightening it out again would steer you off the road: you just piloted a course from the left lane onto the sidewalk. The correction motion of changing lanes is banking the wheel to the right, and back to the left side, and only then straightening out. Don’t believe it? Verify it for yourself when you’re next in the car. It’s such a simple motor task that you have no problem accomplishing it in your daily driving. But when forced to access it consciously, you’re flummoxed. ~ Page 55 Chapter: Mind: The Gap - INCOGNITO Author - David Eagleman

www.squirrels.org/index.php When a squirrel senses danger, its first instinct is to stand motionless. If on the ground it will race to the closest tree, or other climbable object to escape. If it is in a tree, it will circle the trunk with its body pressed tightly to the bark. Excerpt "Squirrel place"

On a foggy morn

The notion felt by a person in the presence of nature certainly counts for something in the origin of religions. ~ Henry Bergson

Loneliness. Separation from others. Communing with others only from a distance. Winter isolates the narrator from others. ~ Frost — 1874–1963 Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less - A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars - on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. "DESERT PLACES" ~ Robert Frost" HBM -- Have a great week

A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don’t feel like speaking Joan Walsh Anglund,

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. ............... ~ Robert Frost