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This Journal imagines itself as an exploration. There are few rules here, and few claims to be-ing scientific, accurate, or factual, at least in the ways in which these words often nest themselves in the life of our culture. There is knowing as an intuitive experience. There is feeling. There is life, a serpent coiled, muscular, breathing, in the grass. Herein the wrestling match begins. The many within, and an intention to see the journey through with a curious kind of fidelity. Here is a look at Earth which attempts to find itself within the dark and light. All kinds of inquiry are invited to this circular table: essayistic, poetic, dialogic, imagistic — the list continues, is discovered here–now–at the tips of the fingers that move this keyboard…

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