annie dillard goes into this stint in pilgrim at tinker creek about how beautiful things occur in nature whether we're watching our not. it's like that old question about if the sound of a tree falling actually occurs if nobody is there to hear it... anyways, i just got home from saerom's house and i am sitting at my computer in the dark, checking my e-mail, and i hear my little dog candy saunter over to her little newspaper where she usually dumps her business, and the newspaper rustles a little as she positions herself on it. all sound suddenly stops, except for the clicking of my mouse, and then i hear a fart. it was a cute little spurt of a fart. and it was completely adorable. only from something as little as a dog with a button-sized nose could a sound like that elicit a huge smile rather than a disgusted face from the person witnessing that moment. also, sentence construction is really difficult at 1 in the morning.