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Such a fine morning sight – all the species, not lining up for extinction as they later were but this time for preservation – a long line patiently stretching into the distance as far as mind could see sometimes shifting quietly from one leg to the other or from four legs to three or stretching a wing hungry to fly – but where? and one man blessed radiant in his duty, awed as that great ship expanded a boundless mind of growing wood and the naming…to what did he listen, as the moo-moos and the baa-baas and the kraak-kraaks, bow-wows, miau-miaus paused in front of him for him to hear and name true nature; the coo-coos already on the masthead; the nightingale and song-thrush quite unable to guess yet at how Noah Knowall spoke their song.. and beyond the trampled mud around the gang-plank the waters lapping audibly with their own sacred name; love that draws and binds and love that flows; here, love’s laws.