Wilderness begins in the human mind. To look into the eyes of such a life, a familiar one in its animal beauty, yet so mysterious and so much a separate entity, and to have those eyes look back is an experience that has moved me since I first caught a turtle . . . That was many years ago, in a time long lost to me and a swamp that has long since disappeared under blacktop. I was eight years old and thought swamps were forever. Ironically, it is often not the big and beautiful creatures, but the ugly and less dramatic ones, that we need most. . .
Nature has considerable resilience, there is a limit to how far that resilience can be stretched.
The darker it gets, the faster we're driving. And we cannot stop this controlling, unless we vanish under the hill ourselves. If there were such a thing as a world mind, it should crack over this. . . If a rock gets thrown the glass will shatter, listen to the sound. We're playing with matches, playing with fire , playing with the earth for our own desires.