I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
Subscribe and Save up to 55%
Purchase the issue or subscribe to read this selection.
Already a subscriber? Sign in.
Stephen R. Harrison
As it has taken on the larger questions of the way we live, The Sun has become powerfully subversive, medicinally disorienting. In June, I read the words of the Tibetan exiles photographed by Stephen R. Harrison [“Whispered Prayers”] and was physically struck by the thought We are more like the communist Chinese than we are like these Tibetans.
This month, Vine Deloria and Bill McKibben were a one-two knockout punch. It’s quite an experience to be jarred, even briefly, out of the narcotic trance that we call “the pursuit of happiness,” which is destroying the planet and draining real contentment out of our lives. What to do about it I’m not sure, but no change can begin until our sleep is disturbed.