The Modern Dogma Is Comfort At Any

There Can Be No Doubt That A Society Rooted In The Soil Is More Stable Than One Rooted In Pavements.

The Government Tells Us We Need Flood Control And Comes To Straighten The Creek In Our Pasture. The Engineer On The Job Tells Us The Creek Is Now Able To Carry Off More Flood Water, But In The Process We Have Lost Our Old Willows Where The Owl Hooted On A Winter Night And Under Which The Cows Switched Flies In The Noon Shade. We Lost The Little Marshy Spot Where Our Fringed Gentians Bloomed.

Only The Most Uncritical Minds Are Free From Doubt.

Like Winds And Sunsets, Wild Things Were Taken For Granted Until Progress Began To Do Away With Them. Now We Face The Question Whether A Still Higher 'standard Of Living' Is Worth Its Cost In Things Natural, Wild And Free. For Us Of The Minority, The Opportunity To See Geese Is More Important Than Television.

If In A City We Had Six Vacant Lots Available To The Youngsters Of A Certain Neighborhood For Playing Ball, It Might Be "development" To Build Houses On The First, And The Second, And The Third, And The Fourth, And Even The Fifth, But When We Build Houses On The Last One, We Forget What Houses Are For.