Nature is never finished.

Nature is never finished.

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of read more

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them read more

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).

raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the read more

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.