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In The Ngong Forest I Have Also Seen, On A Narrow Path Through Thick Growth, In The Middle Of A Very Hot Day, The Giant Forest Hog, A Rare Person To Meet.

It Is A Sad Hardship And Slavery To People Who Live In Towns, That In Their Movements They Know Of One Dimension Only; They Walk Along The Line As If They Were Led On A String. The Transition From The Line To The Plane Into The Two Dimensions, When You Wander Across A Field Or Through A Wood, Is A Splendid Liberation To The Slaves, Like The French Revolution. But In The Air You Are Taken Into The Full Freedom Of The Three Dimensions; After Long Ages Of Exile And Dreams The Homesick Heart Throws Itself Into The Arms Of Space.

No Domestic Animal Can Be As Still As A Wild Animal. The Civilized People Have Lost The Aptitude Of Stillness, And Must Take Lessons In Silence From The Wild Before They Are Accepted By It.

It Is More Than Their Land That You Take Away From The People, Whose Native Land You Take. It Is Their Past As Well, Their Roots And Their Identity. If You Take Away The Things That They Have Been Used To See And Will Be Expecting To See, You May, In A Way, As Well Take Their Eyes.

Your Own Self, Your Personality And Existence Are Reflected Within The Mind Of Each Of The People Whom You Meet, ... Into A Likeness, A Caricature Of Yourself, Which Still Lives On And Appears To Be, In Some Way, The Truth About You. Even A Flattering Picture Is... A Lie.