Pure form, freed of all preconceptions

You slough off the skin of self, all self-awareness, and are left with pure sensation. Nothing has a name; it is only itself. You look at a tree, and instead of seeing it as an idea, a network of associations built up over a lifetime, you see it for itself, pure form, freed of all preconceptions.

—Neil Ansell, The Last Wilderness

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