In the mundane she finds the meaning of existence. Black water, metal, precious traces. She understands the necessary chemistry of body and soul. She is a poet, a catalyst, a muse, an artist. 62 more words
I am struck again by the apparently incompatible concept of man and nature. When we intrude into nature, do we decrease its nature-ness?
“But all conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.” 715 more words