She is too impatient to get about the soul's adventures to stay long with an egg-laying grasshopper, or other bits of flora and fauna, and her snatches from physics and biological/metaphysical studies are this side of frivolous. A tall order and Dillard doesn't quite fill it. It's common sense when you-move in, you try to learn the neighborhood." Dillard's "neighborhood" is hilly Virginia country where she lived alone, but essentially it is all those "shreds of creation" with which every human is surrounded, which she is trying to learn, to know - from finite variations to infinite possibilities of being and meaning. to discover where we so incontrovertibly are. we can work at making sense of (what) we see.
In the meantime, in between time, we can see. This is our life, these are our lighted seasons, and then we die.
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