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The concentrated vehemence of a mountain halted against the sky in / a thin line of thwarted hostility. A waterfall hurdled its crazed / parabola between gray rocks, flying into a stifled scream of motion far / below. When the pine trees moved a mathematician solved his problems, / and his acrid exultation hypnotized the air. The pungent truculence of / earth that had never been stepped on raised its brown shades.
Eric Lane stopped in an alcove of pine trees; lifted a pack from his / back; pitched his tent; and broke dead pine branches across his knee. / There were scars on his face where philosophies had broken and died / and the beaming redundancy of one that survived. For Eric believed / that the visible and audible surface of man's conduct and dreams, / when interpreted and compared, could reveal his frustrated hungers. / Metaphysics, to him, was a beggar rattling his chains into insincere / victories of sound -- a beggar painting seraphs upon the strained / finality of his brain.