Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clear air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence . . .
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven.
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow . . Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together –
So man cried, but with God’s voice.
And God bled, but with man’s blood.
Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank –
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
Crying: ‘This is my Creation,’
Flying the black flag of himself.
Ted Hughes, Crow Blacker Than Ever
It’s a shadowy world out there, and unseen things murmur and scuttle under the leaves of fact. Those who understand this are better able to understand their own vision, and understanding our vision is part of understanding wolves.
Peter Steinhart, The Company Of Wolves