To Know Only Artificial Night

Nature Is A Part Of Our Humanity, And Without Some Awareness And Experience Of That Divine Mystery Man Ceases To Be Man.

If There Is One Thing Clear About The Centuries Dominated By The Factory And The Wheel, It Is That Although The Machine Can Make Everything From A Spoon To A Landing-craft, A Natural Joy In Earthly Living Is Something It Never Has And Never Will Be Able To Manufacture.

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.

If Gardeners Will Forget A Little The Phrase, "watering The Plants" And Think Of Watering As A Matter Of "watering The Earth" Under The Plants, Keeping Up Its Moisture Content And Gauging Its Need, The Garden Will Get On Very Well.

The World Today Is Sick To Its Thin Blood For Lack Of Elemental Things, For Fire Before The Hands, For Water Welling From The Earth, For Air, For The Dear Earth Itself Underfoot. In My World Of Beach And June These Elemental Presences Lived And Had Their Being.