It__ that short-lived happiness, which empowers us to bear; long-lasting pain in living.
My passion for human ecology was not a drive for closure__ut rather the joy of endless openings and newfound connections. There is no final goal or perfect completion, only the expanding experience of being alive.
Ecology and Experience: Reflections from a Human Ecological Perspective
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My passion for human ecology was not a drive for closure__ut rather the joy of endless openings and newfound connections. There is no final goal or perfect completion, only the expanding experience of being alive.
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