to oceanus...

For all at last returns to the sea --

to Oceanus, the ocean river,

like the ever-flowing stream of time,

the beginning and the end.

to still the earth...

There is no drop of water in the ocean, 

not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, 

that does not know and respond 

to the mysterious forces 

that create the tide.

The current vogue for poisons has failed utterly to take into account these most fundamental considerations. As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways. 

These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no high-minded orientation, no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper. 

These sprays, dusts, and aerosols are now applied almost universally to farms, gardens, forests, and homes-nonselective chemicals that have the power to kill every insect, the "good" and the "bad," to still the song of birds and the leaping of fish in the streams, to coat the leaves with a deadly film, and to linger on in soil-all this though the intended target may be only a few weeds or insects. 

 

Can anyone believe it is possible to lay down such a barrage of poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life? 

 

They should not be called "insecticides," but "biocides."

to SEA the hand...

It is a curious situation that 

the sea,

from which life first arose, 

should now

be threatened

by the

activities of 

one form
of that
life.

the chance...

We stand now where two roads diverge. 

But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's 

familiar poem, they are not equally fair. 

The road we have long been traveling 

is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway 

on which we progress with great speed,

but at its end lies disaster. 

The other fork of the road -- 

the one less traveled by -- 

offers our last, 

our only chance 

to reach a destination 

that assures 

the preservation 

of the earth. 

-MU-

to the sea...

For all at last returns to the sea -- 

to Oceanus, the ocean river,

like the everflowing stream of time, 

the beginning and the end.

every grain of sand...

in every curving beach

in every grain of sand

there is the story 

of the earth...