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habitual construction of imagination

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iambarr | March 24, 2010

When Man first wandered in the dark forest, he was Nature’s serf; he offered tribute and prayer to the winds, and the lightning, and the rain, to the cave-lion, which seized his burrow for its lair, to the mammoth, which devoured his scanty crops. But as time passed on, he ventured, to rebel; he made [...]