In Wilderness I Sense The Miracle Of

Individuals Are Custodians Of The Life Stream -- Temporal Manifestations Of Far Greater Being, Forming From And Returning To Their Essence Like So Many Dreams.

I Grow Aware Of Various Forms Of Man And Of Myself. I Am Form And I Am Formless, I Am Life And I Am Matter, Mortal And Immortal. I Am One And Many -- Myself And Humanity In Flux.

If We Can Combine Our Knowledge Of Science With The Wisdom Of Wildness, If We Can Nurture Civilization Through Roots In The Primitive, Man's Potentialities Appear To Be Unbounded, Through This Evolving Awareness, And His Awareness Of That Awareness, He Can Emerge With The Miraculous-to Which We Can Attach What Better Name Than 'god'? And In This Merging, As Long Sensed By Intuition But Still Only Vaguely Perceived By Rationality, Experience May Travel Without Need For Accompanying Life.

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission. It Roots In A Bare Wisdom That Exists In Senses More Than Mind, A Wisdom That, In Primitive Form, Evolved The Mind Which So Often Overlooks It.

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?