Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
Henry BestonRead
When the Pleiades and the wind in the grass are no longer a part of the human spirit, a part of very flesh and bone, man becomes, as it were, a kind of cosmic outlaw, having neither the completeness nor integrity of the animal nor the birthright of a true humanity.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of our connection to nature for our humanity and integrity.
Henry Beston reflects on the intrinsic bond between humans and the natural world, suggesting that detachment from this connection leads to a loss of our essential humanity. He portrays man as a 'cosmic outlaw,' indicating that without nature's beauty and essence, we lose not only our completeness but also a vital part of our spirit and identity.
In practice
In a speech about environmental conservation, one might quote this to highlight the importance of preserving our natural world.
Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
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