We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road -- the one less traveled by -- offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the Earth are never alone or weary of life.
Category: Life And Living
The ''control of nature'' is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of man.
No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.