Across the seasons, familiar and wild animals gaze at us beyond any notion of temporality. Immersed in the heart of their "spacetime," open to the world, they send us their thoughts, their very being—living and vacant. Children of nature deprived of language, their world is made of correlations and melodies, while ours is of separation and will. In the face of their deep gazes, what do we experience? In the face of the "silence of beasts," what do we hear?
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