Ideas about the overriding problems of modern human influence on the ecosystems have consumed me for years. Without having ever had a formal education I flounder around wondering about an answer to such a dilemma. Unarmed with the necessary scientific and philosophical discipline, these concerns dog me even into my sleep.
This morning I awoke from a very vivid dream with the following words foremost in my waking mind:
'The boundaries of parks and wilderness give a false sense of silence
So that the constant whine of the saw can continue unabated.'
I guess snippets of poetry or prose are the best I can do.
Snippet word cloud via Ed Frank.