Humans are tuned for relationship. The eyes, the skin, the tongue, ears,
and nostrils—all are gates where our body receives the nourishment of
otherness. This landscape of shadowed voices, these feathered bodies and
antlers and tumbling streams—these breathing shapes are our family, the
beings with whom we are engaged, with whom we struggle and suffer and
celebrate. David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous
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