My Montana bathroom is like most Americans’ bathrooms, complete with a rack stuffed full of magazines and a book or two. Above it is a page from poet Gary Snyder’s book of essays, The Practice of the Wild. The page ends with this passage:
Creatures who have traveled with us through the ages are now apparently doomed, as their habitat—and the old, old habitat of humans—falls before the slow-motion explosion of expanding world economies. If the lad or lass is among us who knows where the secret heart of this Growth Monster is hidden, let them please tell us where to shoot the arrow that will slow it down. And if the secret heart stays secret and our work is made no easier, I for one will keep working for wildness day by day.
Snyder’s words have been up there for…
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