Essay: Weep for the Forests of Death
“In our modern times of concrete cities and sanitized environments we have forgotten the wild gods, the hunter’s gods, the green gods. The city dwellers see nature as perfect, beautiful, and friendly when they hang out in their postage-stamp yards or visit park lands laid out by the government. All the spirits of a city park know is of the city, mowed grass, friendly dogs, and playing children. They are not the wild. City dwellers hiking in the deep woods don’t stop and feel the eyes watching them wishing them harm. It is easy to forget the dangers of the wild wood –the destructive powers of the animals, plants, and trees– the poisons, the thorns, the teeth, and the claws.”
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