Something in the awful disturbance of his organic system had so exalted and refined them that they made a record of things never before perceived. He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves and veining of each leaf — saw the very insects upon them … He noted the prismatic colors in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass.

—	An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, Ambrose Bierce

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