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If you know wilderness the way in which you know love, you would be unwilling to let it go.  Something will have left us if we are to permit the last classrooms of  the rainforest to be reformed to sawdust, if we drive the few remaining species into extinction and zoos. If we push what is left of our abating and sickened rivers through the last of the silence. 

This is what is left of our resting place. Not resting in the sense of being motionless, for the lure will always be to find a new view, move your body and see who you are from there - around the next bend. The rest comes in the isolation from distraction, the quieting of the mind, the  forces that keep us away from ourselves and off balance. 

 

What we are doing to our forests, our oceans, our rivers which give life to life itself, is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves, eachoother, our young girls, our internal landscapes. We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are. The survival of the human species is inescapably linked with the survival of all other forms of life.