That thou mayst injure no man, dove-like be,
And serpent-like, that none may injure thee!
That thou mayst injure no man, dove-like be,
And serpent-like, that none may injure thee!
“The clouds passed, in phrases and paragraphs, like incomprehensible messages of troubling import, overhead across the forested ridges, above the unsealed cliffs, beyond the uninhabited fields of lonely mesas, followed by their faithful shadows flowing with effortless adaptation over each crack, crevice, crease and crag on the wrinkled skin of the Utahn earth.”
Edward Abbey | The Monkey Wrench Gang