It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.
A writer's work is to witness things.
A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller.
No birdcall is the musical equal of a clarinet blown with panache.
Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?
Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.