Species?

You know. Names may not matter much, as a practical thing ... except in communication.

Carl Linnaeus was so in love with naming that he had several of his own: Carl Linné, Carl von Linné, Carolus Linnaeus and Caroli Linnaei.

I don't know tho. I'm somewhat convinced that we see and understand the world around us by engaging ourselves in an internal conversation. (It's where we first have an opportunity to go astray. Conversation with others is where we can really go off the rails!!)

doigtS'

@Smart Red should consider those, eh ;)? re: Linné, Linnaeus, Linnaei
 
Owl, of the Hundred Acre Woods (home also to Winnie the Pooh), was thought to be very intelligent. He was always ready to give advice. He was known as Owl in the books but understood himself to be a "Wol." I'm not sure why the correction was never made by Mr. A. A. Milne. Perhaps, he just never found the time.
I do not know what "Wol."
In the Russian version of an owl - is an elderly lady. But also "a la wisdom" in the style of Milne. Ironic image, that claims to knowledge.

Sometimes, I wish I could simply race through a hands-free existence and that any sort of engineered solutions were unnecessary.
All this is very similar to "The Tao of Pooh" of Benjamin Hoff. :D
"The secret is to not resist the flow, which is superior to you in strength, but to sink, when he pulls down and come to the surface with him - that's all."

 
I do not know what "Wol."
It could be that Owl was not very good at spelling. Still, Milne could have been of help ...

Richard, that parrot story sounds like a bad dream!

The Tao of Pooh ... I read that a long time ago. Yesterday morning, I was sitting under the symbol of Om, in a young woman's office. She had something about yoga on a file cabinet, as well.

Not wanting to be a distraction to her on a busy day, I didn't ask her about either. I was in and outta there in 12 minutes. Shooting the Rapids with the flow -->>>

Steve
 
I have the book, "The Tao of Pooh" around somewhere. It was a gift from a superintendent of schools. For some reason he thought I needed to read it. . . (Or, perhaps he thought I was the only teacher who would read it when he was finished.)
 
A fellow we know, this was some time ago, was out chopping firewood. He had his Parrot on a low branch close by. A hawk took his parrot and continued across the lake, with the parrot calling: "Robert, Robert, robert!"

That would really be something if it wasn't for the Hawks name being Robert and the owners name being Larry?

THANX RICH
 
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