TO Venture OFF Paths to SEE ANEw,
To Climb Peaks and Descend Canyons,
To hear stories that give life meaning,
To LOVE FEARLESSLY and LOSE GRACEFULLy,
to endure moments of Pain and risk,
AND LEARN FROM OTHErS ALONG THE WAY.
A tribute to our fathers--both living and gone--and a call for us, their sons, to sing for them on Father's Day.
Let's get naked, people! There's not enough of it!
Even religion itself must take a step down from its pedestal in places like this. The defiant nature of the deep forest already suggests that Christ and Yahweh abandoned it more than a century ago. But I say they never arrived. This is no place for a missionary, this is no place for the gods and incarnates of the Middle East. There are no converts to be had here, there is no Eden to be reached, and no flock lying in wait to hear the word of god. The forest is, in a way, its own stubborn voice of God and, thus, refuses to be converted. It only converts.
Strangely, when I was physically close to bears during my wildlife management years, I felt further away from bears than I had ever felt before or since.
"Think like a mountain," says Leopold.
"Feel like a river," says Abbey.
"And live like a bear," says I.