On Paper I Would Be A Rather

To Have That Powder Blown Up Your Nose Is Rather Like Being Shot Out Of A Rifle Barrel Lined With Baroque Paintings And Landing On A Sea Of Electricity.

On Paper I Would Be A Rather Bold Individual In Our Culture.

If Diversity Is A Source Of Wonder, Its Opposite - The Ubiquitous Condensation To Some Blandly Amorphous And Singularly Generic Modern Culture That Takes For Granted An Impoverished Environment - Is A Source Of Dismay. There Is, Indeed, A Fire Burning Over The Earth, Taking With It Plants And Animals, Cultures, Languages, Ancient Skills And Visionary Wisdom. Quelling This Flame, And Re-inventing The Poetry Of Diversity Is Perhaps The Most Important Challenge Of Our Times.

The World In Which You Were Born Is Just One Model Of Reality. Other Cultures Are Not Failed Attempts At Being You; They Are Unique Manifestations Of The Human Spirit.

We Accept It As Normal That People Who Have Never Been On The Land, Who Have No History Or Connection To The Country, May Legally Secure The Right To Come In And, By The Very Nature Of Their Enterprises, Leave In Their Wake A Cultural And Physical Landscape Utterly Transformed And Desecrated. What's More, In Granting Such Mining Concessions, Often Initially For Trivial Sums To Speculators From Distant Cities, Companies Cobbled Together With Less History Than My Dog, The Government Places No Cultural Or Market Value On The Land Itself.