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It was probable also that my only-insectlike, always-slow,
cross-referencing
strategy of touching, tasting, smelling, listening,
and structurally testing by twisting and
pounding and so forth__to which I spontaneously resorted__made
me think a great deal
about the fact that- when I broke a piece of glass or
a stone or a wooden cube apart, it did
not separate naturally into little cubes but usually
into sharp pointed shapes. In the earliest
of my memories I was always suspicious of the integrity
of cubes, which only humans
seemed to be introducing into the world. There were
no cubical roses, eggs, trees, clouds,
fruits, nuts, stones, or anything else. Cubes to me
were unnatural: I observed humans
deliberately sawing ice into large rectilinear cakes,
but window glass always broke itself
into predominantly triangular pieces; and snowflakes
formed themselves naturally into a
myriad of differently detailed, six-triangled, hexagonal
patterns.
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