We Are Animal In Our Blood And

The Losses Of The Natural World Are Our Loss, Their Silence Silences Something Within The Human Mind.

Time Is Found In The Calibration Of The Individual To The Timing Of A Collective Endeavour, The Social Grace That Less Clock-bound Societies Must Practise.

We Are Animal In Our Blood And In Our Skin. We Were Not Born For Pavements And Escalators But For Thunder And Mud.

All Definitions Of Wilderness That Exclude People Seem To Me To Be False. African 'wilderness' Areas Are Racist Because Indigenous People Are Being Cleared Out Of Them So White People Can Go On Holiday There.

All Humans Are Essentially Wild Creatures And Hate Confinement. We Need What Is Wild, And We Thrill To It, Our Wildness Bubbling Over With An Anarchic Joie De Vivre. We Glint When The Wild Light Shines. The More Suffocatingly Enclosed We Are - Tamed By Television, Controlled By Mortgages And Bureaucracy - The Louder Our Wild Genes Scream In Aggression, Anger And Depression.