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"Walking down a path between a forest and a high-grass meadow one bright day in late June, hundreds of grasshoppers leap out of your path at every step. The high grass to one side is alive with the sounds of grasshoppers leaping and falling, almost like the sound of steady rain on your car roof. They are all so busy.
"And you realize: Everything alive is so fully busy living. It is only us humans that make such a... a production of it."
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