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We are built
to find pleasure in certain sensory events. We love sweetness such as
the taste of a cool peach or a mango. The lonely view of a mountain with
snowy crests stretching upward into the sky or the blue green white capped
waves at the beach and the roar of the waves as they crash on the beach.
Pleasures of the eyes and the ears. We seem attracted to the sound of
a river as it flows. For thousand upon thousands of years these pleasures
were a part of daily life. Now instead of the sounds of the wind we hear
the sounds of auto horns. Instead of the colors of a forest we are bombarded
with the blacks and grays of asphalt and cement. We smell petroleum waste
more than the intoxicating aroma of evergreen.
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