The battle we have fought, and are still fighting for the forests is a part of the eternal conflict between right and wrong, and we cannot expect to see the end of it. …So we must count on watching and striving for these trees, and should always be glad to find anything so surely good and noble to strive for.
Trying to live a spiritual life in modern society is the most difficult path one can walk. It is a path of pain, of isolation, and of shaken faith, but that is the only way that our Vision can become reality. Thus the true Quest in life is to live the philosophy of the Earth within the confines of man. There is no church or temple we need to seek peace, for ours are the temples of the wilderness. There are no spiritual leaders, for our hearts and the Creator are our only leaders. Our numbers are scattered; few speak our language or understand the things that we live. Thus we walk this path alone, for each Vision, each Quest, is unique unto the individual. But we must walk within society or our Vision dies, for a man not living his Vision is living death.
life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it. if we would, we should have heaven on earth the very next day
and i’m disgusted at times by things that i see like mountains with holes where trees used to be and i’m disgraced here and there when i look to the sea all the pollution we feed her well some comes from me and i’m uneasy at times for the bridges i cross when palings are missing and things are in knots and i guess i should say this is all that we need music and peace and the gift of the Tree
the woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
--jack kerouac from the dharma bums
what goes up they say is coming down i got my head in the sky and my roots in the ground i'm not patriotic man for what it's worth i pledge allegiance to this land and my Mother Earth
--john butler (trio)
rise like lions after slumber, in unvanquishable number, shake your chains to earth like dew, which in sleep had fallen on you, ye are many, they are few.
--percy bysshe shelley from 'the mask of anarchy'
where men cannot live, gods fare no better