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The Land Is Like Poetry: It Is Inexplicably Coherent, It Is Transcendent In Its Meaning, And It Has The Power To Elevate A Consideration Of Human Life.

If Stories Come To You, Care For Them. And Learn To Give Them Away Where They Are Needed. Sometimes A Person Needs A Story More Than Food To Stay Alive.

The Cold View To Take Of Our Future Is That We Are Therefore Headed For Extinction In A Universe Of Impersonal Chemical, Physical, And Biological Laws. A More Productive, Certainly More Engaging View, Is That We Have The Intelligence To Grasp What Is Happening, The Composure Not To Be Intimidated By Its Complexity, And The Courage To Take Steps That May Bear No Fruit In Our Lifetimes.

My Faith Is In My Colleagues. And When I Meet Other Writers, Journalists, Who've Been Doing This For A Long Time, Trying To Make Us Aware Of What It Is That We're Living In, I Put My Faith In Those People.

The Land Retains An Identity Of Its Own, Still Deeper And More Subtle Than We Can Know. Our Obligation Toward It Then Becomes Simple: To Approach With An Uncalculating Mind, With An Attitude Of Regard...be Alert For Its Openings, For That Moment When Something Sacred Reveals Itself Within The Mundane, And You Know The Land Knows You Are There.