Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection." Anais Nin

I wish I had written this. "Alone in the natural world, time is less dense, less filled with information; space is close; smell and hearing and touch reassert themselves. The wild is keenly sensual. In a true wilderness we are like that much of the time, even in broad daylight. Alert, careful, literally "full of care". Not because of principles, but because of something very old." Jack Turner in The Abstract Wild.
Also, "I see our effort to preserve wilderness and biodiversity as mere palliatives when what we need is a radical transformation that revalues the wild earth - its mystery, order, and essential harmony."
It is a fight that has barely begun.