The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that_x000D_ comes, the petal falls.
KabirRead
Love is a powerful tool, and maybe, just maybe, before the last little town is corrupted and the last of the unroaded and undeveloped wildness is given over to dreams of profit, maybe it will be love, finally, love for the land for its own sake and for what it holds of beauty and joy and spiritual redemption that will make [wilderness] not a battlefield but a revelation.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the transformative power of love for nature, suggesting it can save wild places from destruction.
T. H. Watkins' quote highlights the notion that love, particularly for nature and the beauty it embodies, holds immense power. It suggests that this love can lead to a greater understanding and preservation of wilderness, ensuring that these natural spaces are valued not just for profit, but for their intrinsic beauty and potential for spiritual upliftment. In a world increasingly focused on development and material gain, the quote serves as a reminder that love for the land can inspire us to protect it and view it as a source of revelation rather than conflict.
Themes
LoveNatureWildernessBeautySpirituality
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared in a speech at a conservation event to highlight the importance of love for nature.
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