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And so I did.
The title initially intrigued me, but my interest was held by the poetic quality to Eiseley's stories. Seeing the natural world through his eyes is a departure into another realm. His words cast new light onto seemingly simple ideas in nature. He sees a moth pass by while watching an outdoor opera and wonders, "whose is the real play?" Eiseley's writings capture the sheer beauty and innocence of nature. Only he can turn a chance encounter in the woods with a fox into a spiritual event. Only he can gain confidence by coming across a web-spinning spider: "the mind, it came to me as I slowly descended the ladder, is a very remarkable thing; it has gotten a kind of courage by looking at a spider in a street lamp."
So I shall give the simple advice I have been given: read it.
Eiseley writes intimately of his natural encounters, and we get a feeling that he is a rare man who felt somewhat out of place in the busy, fallible human world, and dwelled more along the indistinct boundary whose edges blur first into the natural world and then into the world we have made our own. An old adage has often gone "Every minute is precious" and Eiseley holds to this with an energy that turns every second, be it spent on a balcony bathed in early morning sunlight, or watching the jeweled webs of a spider into an infinitely precious memory never to be forgotten.
This is without a doubt one of the most lyrical and insightful works on nature that you will ever read. If you are an avid naturalist you will be even more appreciative of all things that grow when you have finished reading this book. With a flourish of his pen, Eiseley reminds us that there is another life we may live, one where money, which has come to be central to our societies, and the essential human weakness, has no place beside the whisper of leaves drifting to the forest floor and the silken flow of crystal waters.