Wildness is not just the "preservation of the world," it is the world

The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.

I thought, that day I started, I sure would hate to do this all my life, And dammit, that’s just what I’ve gone and done.

All that we did was human, stupid, easily forgiven, Not quite right.

All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out let it spread through Sift down even. Watch it sprout. A mind like compost.

Streams and mountains never stay the same.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.