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Thinking Like a Mountain
by Aldo Leopold

Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.

Those unable to decipher the hidden meaning know nevertheless that it is there.


It tingles in the spine of all who hear wolves by night or who scan their tracks by day.


Even without the sight or sound of a wolf, it is implicit in a hundred small events –

the midnight whinny of a pack horse, the rattle of rolling rocks,

the bound of a fleeing deer, the way shadows lie under the spruces.


Only the ineducable tyro can fail to sense the presence or absence of wolves,

or the fact that mountains have a secret opinion about them.

 "Go With You" by The Simple Parade

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