Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart. - Edward Abbey

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.

We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may not ever need to go there.

Hard times are a-coming, and people without useful, practical skills are going to suffer. Or suffer most.