It was a foggy morning when I entered the colonnade...Fowles writes, "In a way woods are like the sea, sensorially far too various and immense for anything but surfaces or glimpses to be captured. They defeat view-finder, drawing-paper, canvas, they cannot be framed; and words are futile, hopelessly too laborious and used to capture the reality."
Of course, this problem is not restricted to "woods" but to all of life. And, all we have is paper, canvas, words, and imagination.
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