Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival.
Rene DubosRead
The wooing of the Earth thus implies much more than converting the wilderness into humanized environments. It means also preserving natural environments in which to experience mysteries transcending daily life and from which to recapture, in a Proustian kind of remembrance, the awareness of the cosmic forces that have shaped humankind.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of balancing human development with the preservation of natural environments.
Rene Dubos highlights that the relationship between humanity and the Earth is not just about taming nature for our needs but also about safeguarding natural spaces that allow us to connect with the deeper mysteries of existence. This connection enriches our lives and helps us recognize the cosmic forces that have influenced our development as a species.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about environmental conservation.
Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival.
There is a demon in technology. It was put there by man and man will have to exorcise it before technological civilization can achieve the eighteenth-century ideal of humane civilized life.
Men are naturally most impressed by diseases which have obvious manifestations, yet some of their worst enemies creep on them unobtrusively.
Nature always strikes back. It takes all the running we can do to remain in the same place.
To be a friend of the Everglades is not necessarily to spend time wandering around out there.
Our planet's alarm is going off, and it is time to wake up and take action!
And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced over the downs, and led a company of scarlet and golden leaves, that had dreaded this day but danced now it had come; and away with a riot of dancing and glory of colour, high in the light of the sun that had set from the sight of the fields, went wind and leaves together.
On the mainland, a rain was falling. The famous Seattle rain. The thin, gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a sound in protest. The shamanic rain that feeds the imagination. The rain that seems actually a secret language, whispering, like the ecstasy of primitives, of the essence of things.
From my experience with wild apples, I can understand that there may be reason for a savage's preferring many kinds of food which the civilized man rejects. The former has the palate of an outdoor man. It takes a savage or wild taste to appreciate a wild fruit.
Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
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