I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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Thank you for reprinting the words of the immortal Edward Abbey in your April 2016 issue [“The Serpents of Paradise”]. Even in this season of bombastic political posturing, we can remember that all creatures are kindred, all men are brothers, and demagogues shall pass from the scene. They always do.