suspect that a child grasps his first flower with a perception of its beauty and its significance to the future botanist will not save anymore. Thus he noted in his diary, February 5, 1852, the American writer Henry David Thoreau. I must confess to always be conquered by the method of play of a child before it is perverted from the playstation and computer games, he comes close to an object with an amazing whirlwind of gestures, movements, glances. He really does act primordial view overlooking the world with wonder and discover the wonders ("the world will perish for lack of wonder, no wonder," observed British writer acutely Chesterton). This is what we hurried consumers of technology, we do not try anymore. Are we able to "see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour?", As he sang the English poet William Blake? The botanist has nothing of the wonder of the child in front of the flower, its corolla, its colors. He charts, lists, dissected, dissects, check, examine, but no longer able to enjoy the charm of beauty. The contemporary Irish poet - poets are the true masters of contemplation - Seamus Heaney, Nobel 1995, titled his collection Seeing Things. Yes, we need to go back to "see things", indeed - as implied by the English phrase - to "have the vision of 'deep reality, faces, objects, signs, colors of life. And to do this we must know how to stop, stop, be silent, contemplating .
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