We Must Learn How To Think Like

By Deafening Ourselves To The Emotional Consequences Of Violence We Have Become Confused By Its Relationship To Sex. We Have Come To Believe That Violence Equals Aggression, And We Have Come To Base Our Model Of Sexuality On Our Model Of Violence... Converting An Act Of Aggression Into An Act Of Consensual Sexuality.

Question Four: What Book Would You Give To Every Child? Answer: I Wouldn't Give Them A Book. Books Are Part Of The Problem: This Strange Belief That A Tree Has Nothing To Say Until It Is Murdered, Its Flesh Pulped, And Then (human) People Stain This Flesh With Words. I Would Take Children Outside And Put Them Face To Face With Chipmunks, Dragonflies, Tadpoles, Hummingbirds, Stones, Rivers, Trees, Crawdads. That Said, If You're Going To Force Me To Give Them A Book, It Would Be The Wind In The Willows, Which I Hope Would Remind Them To Go Outside.

We Cannot Hope To Create A Sustainable Culture With Any But Sustainable Souls.

If We Wish To Stop The Atrocities, We Need Merely To Step Away From The Isolation. There Is A Whole World Waiting For Us, Ready To Welcome Us Home.

When Dams Were Erected On The Columbia, Salmon Battered Themselves Against The Concrete, Trying To Return Home. I Expect No Less From Us. We Too Must Hurl Ourselves Against And Through The Literal And Metaphorical Concrete That Contains And Constrains Us, That Keeps Us From Talking About What Is Most Important To Us, That Keeps Us From Living The Way Our Bones Know We Can, That Bars Us From Our Home. It Only Takes One Person To Bring Down A Dam.