Terry Tempest Williams Quotes
This Is What We Can Promise The Future: A Legacy Of Care. That We Will Be Good Stewards And Not Take Too Much Or Give Back Too Little, That We Will Recognize Wild Nature For What It Is, In All Its Magnificent And Complex History - An Unfathomable Wealth That Should Be Consciously Saved, Not Ruthlessly Spent. Privilege Is What We Inherit By Our Status As Homo Sapiens Living On This Planet. This Is The Privilege Of Imagination. What We Choose To Do With Our Privilege As A Species Is Up To Each Of Us.
Humility Is Born In Wildness. We Are Not Protecting Grizzlies From Extinction; They Are Protecting Us From The Extinction Of Experience As We Engage With A World Beyond Ourselves. The Very Presence Of A Grizzly Returns Us To An Ecology Of Awe. We Tremble At What Appears To Be A Dream Yet Stands Before Us On Two Legs And Roars.
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