Craftsbury Common, Vermont's Northeast Kingdom, United States
I have studied the efforts of modern heroes working in vain to turn the world back to some era of perfection, in vain to move the world forward accelerating cultural change unnaturally to a future ideal, or vainly dealing some damage as we all go down in flames. I have tried all three of these routes in my environmental life, but now none of them ring true. They all contribute, however, to a single truth: above the animals, above the trees, above human kind, my chief moral obligation is to the land.
As succinctly as I can muster, the vision I have for this world manifests thus (1) a working landscape, understood and nurtured by its people, (2) a wild landscape permitted to exist by staying humanity’s destructive hand, and (3) a joinery of the working and wild, made not of steel cables, but of sinew, just as strong, yet with an acknowledgement of impermanence.
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