Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters.

Living with anyone for many years takes skill. To keep peace in the household, couples learn to adapt to one another, hopefully in positive ways.

Part of the irony of environmentalism is questing for solutions when you know you're part of the problem.

Mystery causes a mental itch, which the brain tries to soothe with the balm of reasonable talk.

Our relationship with nature has changed radically, irreversibly, but by no means all for the bad. Our new epoch is laced with invention. Our mistakes are legion, but our talent is immeasurable.