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| If a man speaks in the forest and there are no women around to hear it, is he still wrong? |
I, the land
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I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and
never will be measured. I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself. It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land. Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
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Tranquility Base, The ego has landed—male energy and efforting doesn’t pay off-conquering mountains, owning the ocean, the weather and wilderness won’t make you, it will break you, if you are in competition instead of collaboration and cooperation with Gaia. —The idea that I, the land take's hold.
I get it. It is not a place of domination, nor does nature reward aggression. Too much respect for it doesn’t make you a wimp. and you have to know your limitations
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