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Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The Mind.

What Is Science But The Pursuit Of The Truth? What Is Buddhism But 2500 Years Of Observation As To The Nature Of Mind?

The Surface Of The Earth Itself Is An Immense Loom Upon Which The Sun Weaves The Fabric Of Existence.

The Measure Of A Society Is Not Only What It Does But The Quality Of Its Aspirations.

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.