As a species, we've somehow survived large and small ice ages, genetic bottlenecks, plagues, world wars and all manner of natural disasters, but I sometimes wonder if we'll survive our own ingenuity.
I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.
Nothing reveals more about the inner life of a people than their arts.
Our skin is what stands between us and the world.
Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.
We ogle plants and animals up close on television, the Internet and in the movies. We may not worship the animals we see, but we still regard them as necessary physical and spiritual companions. Technological nature can't completely satisfy that yearning.