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“From this character of the individual cells the inner surface of the layer which they compose appears in sections as a very sharp line; and as this line would have to be broken were cells to enter the body space from the layer, either by cell division, or by migration, I cannot believe the process could escape all the search I have devoted to the point.”

Ritter, William Emerson. Budding in Compound Ascidians Based on Studies on Goodsiria and Perophora. Boston: Ginn & Company, 1896. p. 204

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“Below the sur face there is a multitude of living things, darting and watching, living and dying; theirs is an alien world I cannot see and can hardly imagine. At the horizon, where my line of sight touches the edge of the great globe itself, I watch ships slowly disappear, first the hulls and then the tall masts, bound on voyages to un known ports 10,000 miles away.”

Revelle, Roger. "The Ocean." Scientific American 221, no. 3 (1969): 55. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican0969-54.

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“Part of the spell comes from mystery—the fourfold mystery of the shoreline, the surface, the horizon and the timeless motion of the sea. The thin, moving line between land and water on an open coast presents a nearly impenetrable wall.”

Revelle, Roger. "The Ocean." Scientific American 221, no. 3 (1969): 55. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican0969-54.

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“We can appreciate the elegance of the forces that shape life and the world, that have shaped every line of our bodies—teeth and nails, nipples and eyebrows.”

Snyder, Gary. The Practice of the Wild. San Francisco: North Point Press, 1990. p. 4.

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BeWild ReWild

“A pure noun-verb model is possible: You draw in a default set of attributes, such as a thin black line, and then apply color, width, texture, or whatever via commands.”

Raskin, Jef. The Humane Interface: New Directions for Designing Interactive Systems. Boston: Addison-Wesley, 2011. p. 60.

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“Similarly, the sound shhhhhhhh (as in ‘shall’) is linked to a blurred, smudged line, whereas rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr is linked to a sawtooth-shaped line, and an ssssssssss (as in ‘sip’) to a fine silk thread—which shows that it’s not the mere similarity of the jagged shape to the letter K that produces the effect, but genuine cross-sensory abstraction.”

Ramachandran, V. S. The Tell-tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W.W. Norton, 2011. p. 129.

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W.W. Norton

“No I that you can
Ever be can hear
Well enough to say
These words before they
Line up to say
What they say. Lost
In thought in a room
I know with a pen
In my hand, Francie
Asleep and Max
So tiny, fat,
Delighted, hours back,
First sun in days,
By the numbers
In the arboretum.”

Perelman, Bob. “You.” Primer. Oakland, CA: This Press, 1981. p. 25.

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“This is the kernel of truth in the romantic contrast between the modern traveler and the wandering poet or artisan, between assembly line and handicraft, town and city, factory-produced bread and the home-made loaf, the sailboat and the outboard motor, etc.”

Marcuse, Herbert. One-Dimensional Man. London: Routledge, 2002. p. 76.

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Routledge

“ *

Trees stripped, rather shed
of leaves, the black solid trunks up
to fibrous mesh of smaller
branches, it is weather’s window,
weather’s particular echo, here
as if this place had been once,
now vacant, a door that had had
hinges swung in air’s peculiar
emptiness, greyed, slumped elsewhere,
asphalt blank of sidewalks, line of
linearly absolute black metal fence.

*

Old sky freshened with cloud bulk   
slides over frame of window the   
shadings of softened greys a light   
of air up out of this dense high   
structured enclosure of buildings   
top or pushed up flat of bricked roof   
frame I love I love the safety of   
small world this door frame back   
of me the panes of simple glass yet   
airy up sweep of birch trees sit in   
flat below all designation declaration   
here as clouds move so simply away.”

Creeley, Robert. “Helsinki Window.” Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1991. p. 346.

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University of California Press