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The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
The question clear, The answer deep, Each particle, Each instant a reality. A bird call shrills Through the mountain dawn; Look where the old Master sits, a rock, in Zen.
~ Sodo (1841-1920)
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About 20% of bird species have become extinct in the past 200 years, almost all of them because of human activity.
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