We shall never understand the natural environment until we see it as a living organism. Land can be healthy or sick, fertile or barren, rich or poor, lovingly nurtured or bled white. Our present attitudes and laws governing the ownership and use of land represent an abuse of the concept of private property.... Today you can murder land for private profit. You can leave the corpse for all to see and nobody calls the cops.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the necessity of viewing the environment as a living entity to comprehend its health and sustainability.
Paul Brooks advocates for a fundamental shift in our perception of the natural environment. He argues that land should not be merely seen as a commodity for private profit, but rather as a vital and living organism that can be nurtured or harmed. Our current legal frameworks and societal attitudes towards land ownership allow for its exploitation without accountability, equating such actions to a form of environmental murder. By recognizing the interconnectedness of ecosystems, we can foster a more responsible approach to land use and environmental stewardship.
In practice
In a speech on environmental conservation.
It's easy for people in an air-conditioned room to continue with the policies of destruction of Mother Earth. We need instead to put ourselves in the shoes of families in Bolivia and worldwide that lack water and food and suffer misery and hunger.
The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.
When some portion of the biosphere is rather unpopular with the human race-a crocodile, a dandelion, a stony valley, a snowstorm, an odd-shaped flint-there are three sorts of human being who are particularly likely still to see point in it and befriend it. They are poets, scientists and children. Inside each of us, I suggest, representatives of all these groups can be found.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.
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