The Seas Are The Hearts

Expect Nature To Answer To Your Human Values As To Come Into Your House And Sit In A Chair. The Economy Of Nature, Its Checks And Balances, Its Measurements Of Competing Life - All This Is Its Great Marvel And Has An Ethic Of Its Own.

Our Fantastic Civilization Has Fallen Out Of Touch With Many Aspects Of Nature, And With None More Completely Than With Night.

The Creatures With Whom We Share The Planet And Whom, In Our Arrogance, We Wrongly Patronize For Being Lesser Forms, They Are Not Brethren, They Are Not Underlings, They Are Other Nations, Caught With Ourselves In The Net Of Life And Time, Fellow Prisoners Of The Splendour And Travail Of The Earth.

Wolves Are Not Our Brothers; They Are Not Our Subordinates, Either. They Are Another Nation, Caught Up Just Like Us In The Complex Web Of Time And Life.

We Of The Age Of The Machines, Having Delivered Ourselves Of Nocturnal Enemies, Now Have A Dislike Of Night Itself. With Lights And Ever More Lights, We Drive The Holiness And Beauty Of Night Back To The Forests And The Sea.