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In defining wilderness as an unruly place where shaggy creatures roam, our language betrays an uneasiness about our own hairy origins and a regret that the original world does not dance to our music. Beyond our campfires, beyond our tents, beyond our makeshift structures, the whole universe is wild, from quarks to quasars, from black bears to black holes, but far from being disorderly, it follows intricate, exquisite rules that we have only begun to decipher. They are not our rules, however, no matter who fervently we may desire to legislate, a fact that is dismaying only to those who believe that we should be running the show.
–Scott Russell Sanders, “Voyageurs”
Very few could sing the sad songs like George Jones. Ol’ Possum left us the other day, just thought I’d pay my respects by posting a video.
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[One of the weapons] with which he conquered all obstacles in science was patience. He knew how to sit immovable, a part of the rock he rested on, until the bird, the reptile, the fish, which had retired from him, should come back, and resume its habits, nay, moved by curiosity, should come to him and watch him. –R. W. Emerson, from “Thoreau”
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To believe is to believe you have been torn
from the abyss, yet stand waveringly on its rim.
–Christian Wiman, “One Time” from Every Riven Thing
I told one of my daughters that I’d put this on my blog. Joe Cocker singing his heart out at Woodstock, and someone having fun with captions. Enjoy!