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When I look at the illustrations from this old book I do not recognize anything at all. There is not one flower or shrub that I can say, I know what that is, I've seen that before. Which is a reminder to me that we interpret what we see, and what we taste, through the formal languages of our time in history. I express what I taste in the same way that you do, and in this way we understand each other. But I wonder for the future. How will they in that time say "floral?"