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11-MAY

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Inner Coast Range

Sunol Regional Wilderness

Flag Hill at Sunol Wilderness is a slab of ancient sea floor which, in response to pressure from below, was tilted up more on one side than the other, revealing a cross-section of its sedimentary layers.

The hill shows a vegetation pattern typical of the inner coast ranges. During summer, the hot sun dries the south-facing slope. Only grassland and soft chaparral can survive under these conditions. On the north-facing slope where moisture lasts longer, trees thrive.

Sunol is one of the most beautiful parks in the Bay Area.

08-MAY

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Round & Round

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness. –Leo Tolstoy

It is easier to be gigantic than to be beautiful. –Nietsche

Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal. –Leo Tolstoy

30-APR

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POWER

How close are we to the brink of something? Or how close to a shore? Electrical essences in the basement! Do you realize how much things have changed in the past two centuries?

A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)

16-APR

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Ground Pattern

There are depths in man that go the length of lowest Hell, as there are heights that reach highest Heaven – for are not both Heaven and Hell made out of him, made by him, everlasting Miracle and Mystery as he is?

-Thomas Carlyle

21-JECT

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Houyhnhnm

Language Expressed Passions
Two horses intrigued by a human.
J. J. Grandville 1803-1847

I could frequently distinguish the word YAHOO, which was repeated by each of them several times: and although it was impossible for me to conjecture what it meant, yet while the two horses were busy in conversation, I endeavoured to practise this word upon my tongue;

and as soon as they were silent, I boldly pronounced YAHOO in a loud voice, imitating at the same time, as near as I could, the neighing of a horse;

at which they were both visibly surprised; and the gray repeated the same word twice, as if he meant to teach me the right accent;

wherein I spoke after him as well as I could, and found myself perceivably to improve every time, though very far from any degree of perfection.

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift