Mother Earth is still dominant and such are her many splendours, all sensitive beings are moved to protect and conserve her. There has been no scientist yet born who could design or engineer her wonders,nor artist who could create the soul stirring beauties of her commonest creatures,nor systems designer who could replicate even one eco-system. She is a living breathing spirit and we mess with her at our peril. In the passage of seasons in the Northwest we feel the effects of her coldness and her warmth. How easily a snowfall will halt the so called barons of industry, an earthquake change the economies of world stock markets.
Windstorms smash the yachts of the wealthy as well as the shantys of the poor.
So vast are the lands and waters in these parts, so rich and multifarious the life forms, so dense and controlling the cloudy skies, the sister winds, that even at his acquisitive worst, mankind has not yet completely conquered and degraded her. But oh how the muthah fuckahs do try. The social wealth among non aboriginal people here is almost entirely based on the exploitation of Mother Earth. What was called rape and pillage when the Vikings did it, was renamed discovery by the colonisers of these regions. The settlers contempt for the existing people blinded them, their closed-mindedness locked them out of the prevailing wisdom.