We Of The Age Of The Machines,

We Need Another And A Wiser And A Perhaps More Mystical Concept Of Animals.

Our Civilization Has Fallen Out Of Touch With Night. With Lights, We Drive The Holiness And Beauty Of Night Back To The Forests And The Sea; The Little Villages, The Crossroads Even, Will Have None Of It. Are Modern Folk, Perhaps, Afraid Of Night? Do They Fear That Vast Serenity, The Mystery Of Infinite Space, The Austerity Of Stars?

Touch The Earth, Love The Earth, Honour The Earth, Her Plains, Her Valleys, Her Hills, And Her Seas; Rest Your Spirit In Her Solitary Places.

Poetry Is As Necessary To Comprehension As Science. It Is As Impossible To Live Without Reverence As It Is Without Joy.

The Seas Are The Hearts Blood Of The Earth. Plucked Up And Kneaded By The Sun And The Moon, The Tides Are Systole And Diastole Of Earth's Veins.