wilderness

The old school of thought would have you believe that you'd be a fool to take on nature without arming yourself with every conceivable measure of safety and comfort under the sun. But that isn't what being in nature is all about. Rather, it's about feeling free, unbounded, shedding the distractions and barriers of our civilization__ot bringing them with us.

You can stretch to your fullest in this land, Emma, and not touch any edges. There's no dream too big for the wilderness. I'd hate to see it tamed and carved up into little fiefdoms.

A thousand times, people may have touched each other, but never ever sensed a single vein of oneness or complicity in the wilderness of their inner world, since obdurate mental impediments have been barricading the road to understanding and propinquity. (__ thousand times_)

God wants His people to be a voice in the wilderness

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.

In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading.

To the question: Wilderness, who needs it? Doc would say: Because we like the taste of freedom, comrades. Because we like the smell of danger. But, thought Hayduke, what about the smell of fear, Dad?

Let the sounds of nature amplify your vibrations of peace.

When D's cabin caught fire, D was out of the country. Half the town-Christians and drinkers alike-came out to fight the fire and loot the cabin. There were individual piles of loot, and fights over the piles. "That's my pile." "The hell it is, it's mine.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

My wilderness training was 4 years and 10 months of solitude, search and study.

Plans to protect air and water, wilderness and wildlife are in fact plans to protect man.

No one should be able to enter a wilderness by mechanical means.

But it was Aldo__ pen that became his most forceful tool. He started a newsletter for rangers called the Carson Pine Cone. Aldo used it to __catter seeds of knowledge, encouragement, and enthusiasm._ Most of the Pine Cone__ articles, poems, jokes, editorials, and drawings were Aldo__ own. His readers soon realized that the forest animals were as important to him as the trees. His goal was to bring back the __lavor of the wilds.

Wilderness gave us knowledge. Wilderness made us human. We came from here. Perhaps that is why so many of us feel a strong bond to this land called Serengeti it is the land of our youth.

Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace.