In a mountain cabin on a rainy day, I read this passage from Edward Abbey. The acerbic naturalist offers something we need to hear as more and more voices call us to be distracted to other worlds, beyond this strange and wonderful home.
“How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas. . .
Yet, some among us have the nerve, the insolence, the brass, the gall to whine about the limitations of our earthbound fate and yearn for some more perfect world beyond the sky. We are none of us good enough for the sweet earth we have, and yet we dream of heaven.”
-from Appalachian Explorations, quoted in George Ellison, High Vistas, Vol II