You'd commit suicide trying to read my mind
Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.
Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
Had not enough gone wrong?
The 'environmental crisis' has happened because the human household or economy is in conflict at almost every point with the household of nature. We have built our household on the assumption that the natural household is simple and can be simply used. We have assumed increasingly over the last five hundred years that nature is merely a supply of 'raw materials,' and that we may safely possess those materials by taking them. . . . And so we will be wrong if we attempt to correct what we perceive as 'environmental' problems without correcting the economic oversimplification that caused them.
. . . science and speculation pass into mystery at last.
I see the whole concept of Generation X implies that everyone has lost hope.
If you file your waste-paper basket for fifty years, you have a public library.