The outside is the only place we can truly be inside the world.
As Gabe continued to speak, he sounded to be a cheerful and intelligent person, two attributes I have commonly found associated with people who spend most of their time outdoors.-from New River, in the anthology AWAKE IN THE WORLD
Can you imagine a scenario, given our present circumstances, in which human life will actually survive and be here in a thousand years?
If you are lucky you will have the opportunity in your life to be owned by a good piece of land.
…returning to nature has been a dream present in the minds of every generation since mankind first left nature.
The mountains knew the definition of freedom. They provided a place where he could find his mind.
The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.
This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to be sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.
This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to have been sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.
The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.
There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.
I was disoriented by the idea that men should ever leave the forest.
What man does not seek the power of his dreams, and believe in his ability to match the grace of his illusions.
It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.
The contemplative man always lives alone. Regardless of who may reside in his home, his is a solitary world.
I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a place I never had to go, for this earth was greater than any paradise.
The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.
Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.
As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.
I watched the surrounding landscape with great curiosity, and I wanted to discover the words that could describe all its unspoiled beauty.
Every falling leaf reminds me that I too will soon be separated from these trees. Trying to capture freedom is like trying to catch a falling leaf. Occasionally you may grab one out of the air and hold it in your hands, but now what?
There was a wildness inside him; someday he would capture it. Not to be tamed, but to be released. For only by understanding his mind could it be freed.