If the human race is to survive, then we must respect the rights of other species to survive. Sharing bedroom space with a wolf is not practical but sharing wilderness space is. We must therefore, restrict human activity in spaces where threatened or endangered species live. We must stay out of their bedroom. Set aside some wild spaces while they yet exist. Closing the wild spaces after all of the wild things are gone will not work.
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.
Birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."
You must see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.
Hayao Miyazaki
What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.
Chris Maser, Forest Primeval (via sanalebihan)
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Cranes... bid farewell to them always touches me deep in my heart.
So many feelings.
Pure joy, to hear their striking, distinctive call.
Melancholy, to see them moving away again.
Hope, to see them again next year.
Desire, to go with them.
Humbleness, for the creation of Mother Nature.
Love, because these creatures are simply magnificent.
So many thoughts.
Inseparably connected with their migration in autumn is that winter is coming, as well as their return in spring is carrying the promise of summer.
The Wheel of time.
Endings and new beginnings.
Life.
How do you feel about?
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.
Chris Maser, Forest Primeval
Let sleeping wolves lie
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