I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
Haruki MurakamiRead
To drown a river beneath its own impounded water, by damming, is to kill what it was and to settle for something else. When the damming happens without good reason . . . then it's a tragedy of diminishment for the whole planet, a loss of one more wild thing, leaving Earth just a little flatter and tamer and simpler and uglier than before.
Interpretation
Damming a river destroys its essence and leads to a loss of natural beauty.
This quote by David Quammen highlights the negative impact of altering natural landscapes, particularly through damming rivers. It emphasizes that such actions not only change the physical characteristics of the river but also diminish the ecological diversity and beauty of the planet, suggesting that the loss of wild and untamed nature reduces the richness of our environment and experiences.
In practice
During a speech on environmental conservation, one might quote this to illustrate the consequences of human intervention in nature.
I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
I don't believe there's anything cosmic or divine or morally superior about whales and dolphins or sharks or trees, but I do think that everything that lives is holy and somehow integrated; and on cloudy days I suspect that these extraordinary phenomena, and the hundreds of tiny, modest versions no one hears about, are an ocean, an earth, a Creator, something shaking us by the collar, demanding our attention, our fear, our vigilance, our respect, our help.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.
As we kill nature, we are killing ourselves, and God incarnate as the world as well.
Possibly everyone will travel by air in another fifty years. I'm not sure I like the idea of millions of planes flying around overhead. I love the sky's unbroken solitude. I don't like to think of it cluttered up by aircraft, as roads are cluttered up by cars. I feel like the western pioneer when he saw barbed-wire fence lines encroaching on his open plains. The success of his venture brought the end of the life he loved.
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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