are we all but potential had

i found the elegy reading a little dull and wistful. isn't that a good ground for motivation and action? it was like a poetic tantrum. lovely, don't get me wrong, but that is the stuff that art and ecology is made of. invade the wasteland and place signs of birds that once lived there and do no more. host meetings, post posts asking if there might be others that might miss that as well. do something. complaining nostalgically is still complaining.
and then there's gaviotas. oh my goodness, let's go! NOW! i had to look up the pisolithus tinctorius (spelled pizolithus in the text) and it's beautiful.

it literally looks like a turd. pardon my language, but it's quite an interesting metaphor. as a printmaker, this stuff is gold.
this accidental experiment that brought the forest and all its critters back to life. the community, the energy, the devotion, the equality, the respect should be our model. "papa, sing to the flowers to help them grow". i grew up saying, " daddy take me to disney".
we should all, all over the globe, get to a point where we can make the claim that we produce over 70% of our food and energy needs.
very inspiring. i'd like to go. and stay forever.