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he hunter creeps in the forest. As he comes up on the game, it perks its ears: it hears. Silently, now, fellow! Grasp too hard, grasp too fast, she slips away. A limp fish grip, too, and she wriggles out. A koan: neither choke nor release but hold. Slowly, silently, smoothly with confidence and swagger move swiftly towards the goal. But in that search nothing is found, only an experience with the pursued is gained. A dance with the world and…