Writing Is A Suspension Of Life In

With Their Four-dimensional Minds, And In Their Interdisciplinary Ultra Verbal Way, Geologists Can Wiggle Out Of Almost Anything.

Catch And Release Fishing May Be Cruelty Masquerading As Political Correctness

On The Geological Time Scale, A Human Lifetime Is Reduced To A Brevity That Is Too Inhibiting To Think About Deep Time. ... Geologists ... See The Unbelievable Swiftness With Which One Evolving Species On The Earth Has Learned To Reach Into The Dirt Of Some Tropical Island And Fling 747s Across The Sky ... Seeing A Race Unaware Of Its Own Instantaneousness In Time, They Can Reel Off All The Species That Have Come And Gone, With Emphasis On Those That Have Specialized Themselves To Death.

Travel By Canoe Is Not A Necessity, And Will Nevermore Be The Most Efficient Way To Get From One Region To Another, Or Even From One Lake To Another Anywhere. A Canoe Trip Has Become Simply A Rite Of Oneness With Certain Terrain, A Diversion Off The Field, An Art Performed Not Because It Is A Necessity But Because There Is Value In The Art Itself.

When The Climbers In 1953 Planted Their Flags On The Highest Mountain, They Set Them In Snow Over The Skeletons Of Creatures That Had Lived In The Warm Clear Ocean That India, Moving North, Blanked Out. Possibly As Much As Twenty Thousand Feet Below The Seafloor, The Skeletal Remains Had Turned Into Rock. This One Fact Is A Treatise In Itself On The Movements Of The Surface Of The Earth. If By Some Fiat I Had To Restrict All This Writing To One Sentence, This Is The One I Would Choose: The Summit Of Mt. Everest Is Marine Limestone.