“Who are these human beings anyway? They walk around, strut, fret, as if they owned the planet, or the goddamned universe. I mean, who do they really think they are?” IfsThinkingHumansMeanHumanityUniverseHuman BeingsWalksPlanetsBuddhism Author:Frederick Lenz
“It's very freaky in Chicago.There's something in the water there, I don't know what it is. But the actual word Chicago means, in the Indian language, garlic. It was just garlic and mosquitoes there. And that is the roughest city on the planet, and I been to every place in the world.” KnowsWorldMeanLanguageWaterCitiesPlanetsIndianChicagoPlaces In The WorldMosquitoesGarlicFreaky Author:Quincy Jones
“Australia is the only island continent on the planet, which means that changes caused by planet-warming pollution - warmer seas, which can drive stronger storms, and more acidic oceans, which wreak havoc on the food chain - are even more deadly here.” MeanSeaPlanetsOceanStrongerStormChainsIslandsAustraliaPollutionContinentsHavocFood Chain Author:Jeff Goodell
“We started off with physical evolution and got our form. Then we somehow developed language, which meant cultural evolution could race so we could change our behavior really quickly instead of over hundreds and hundreds of years. And then comes moral evolution, which means we're not frightfully far along with people. And maybe we end up with a spiritual evolution, which is this connectedness with the rest of the life forms on the planet.” PeopleYearsMeanEndsSpiritualFormLanguageRaceMoralPlanetsEvolutionBehaviorConnectednessSpiritual Evolution Author:Jane Goodall
“I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,By pulling off flesh from the living planet;As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.” IfsMeanWholeOrderFeltNaturalPlanetsBrokenImportanceCommittedFleshRhythmSchemesPullingDisturbedJoggingNatural OrderLogging Book:The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke