Guy M. Brandborg (left), Nez Perce Forest, 1930s

"No more fine words. No more nifty websites. Hard deeds. Now.”  Bill McKibben

All who seek to heel the wounds inflicted on the Land by our species

Evolve.

Passively or with hearts purple in anger

You have to know

The reason why so little progress has been made.

There is a spot in your head that—You!--are not using yet.

It must be activated now.

Nobody knows what or where that little spot is

Anymore than the whole combined world of scientists

Knows of the existence of 90% of the species on this Earth

Let alone the name given to them by Catholic.

For the sake of argument

Let’s call it a bit of fat with nerve endings

Or religion

Who cares?

Just dig 

Until you find your way

And then

Figure out the thousand other ways

To give directions to the one in a thousand 

who will give a damn.

because remember:

only one in a thousand 

will give a damn

And that's all that's needed 


From us 

Now! To merely seek the end of a Thousand Paths 

where the stone in the creek lies just right

at the crossing

to be worth the first step across.

Stretch your brain goddamit!

Is all I’m saying.

How else do you think we made it to this sorry point to begin with?

It's been done before

and is not Rocket Science


And by the way

There’s nothing worse

Than a conceited monkey

Don’t you agree?

Evolve, my friends.

Why not?