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When Thoreau climbed Mount Ktahdin in Maine, he experienced Nature in its "bareness". Here are his words: "What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared to being shown some star's surface, some hard matter in its home? . . . What is this Titan that has possesssion of me? Talk of mysteries!—Think of our life in nature,—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it,—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth1 the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact!" The emphasis on contact sounds like what Taoism and Zen urge too: contact with the things themselves. Instead of using language (rocks, trees, wind, earth) to suggest this, I use images, like the one above. But it is contact I am seeking for myself (when I walk and sit and watch to see, feel, hear . . . and then to make an image of what I see) and in turn to show to another . . .