Do No Dishonor To The Earth Lest

If There Is One Thing Clear About The Centuries Dominated By The Factory And The Wheel, It Is That Although The Machine Can Make Everything From A Spoon To A Landing-craft, A Natural Joy In Earthly Living Is Something It Never Has And Never Will Be Able To Manufacture.

For A Moment Of Night We Have A Glimpse Of Ourselves And Of Our World Islanded In A Stream Of Stars - Pilgrims Of Mortality, Voyaging Between Horizons Across The Eternal Seas Of Space And Time.

To Know Only Artificial Night Is As Absurd And Evil As To Know Only Artificial Day.

Touch The Earth, Love The Earth, Honour The Earth, Her Plains, Her Valleys, Her Hills, And Her Seas; Rest Your Spirit In Her Solitary Places.

Expect Nature To Answer To Your Human Values As To Come Into Your House And Sit In A Chair. The Economy Of Nature, Its Checks And Balances, Its Measurements Of Competing Life - All This Is Its Great Marvel And Has An Ethic Of Its Own.