We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
Tom RobbinsRead
Switters was actually quite fond of Seattle's weather, and not merely because of it's ambivalence. He liked it's subtle, muted qualities and the landscape that those qualities encouraged if not engendered: vistas that seemed to have been sketched with a sumi brush dipped in quicksilver and green tea. It was fresh, it was clean, it was gently primal, and mystically suggestive.
Interpretation
The quote expresses an appreciation for the unique qualities of Seattle's weather and how it influences the landscape.
Tom Robbins reflects on the beauty of Seattle's weather, highlighting how its ambivalence creates a subtlety that enhances the landscape. He describes the vistas as artistically influenced, invoking imagery that suggests a serene, mystical connection to nature, portraying the weather not as a mere backdrop but as an integral part of the city's charm.
In practice
This quote could be used to inspire people to appreciate their local environment during a nature walk.
We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
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The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself oh so very seriously.
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On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.
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Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.
I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.
From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,_x000D_ Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
Do we have to wait until a disaster overwhelms us before we make the radical changes necessary to protect our world for future generations? That is the vital challenge of sustainable development. If we act now there is much that can be saved which will otherwise disappear forever
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