The Universe will unfold without me. The cycles will continue, whether I'm here or not. But that's no excuse for not taking what's mine.
“Nature is balance,” I corrected her, “and you're not filling your end of the bargain.”
The woods are not the problem. I love this place. I know it inside and out: each rock, each blade of grass, the delicate balance of what eats what, how the pieces fit so perfectly together, and how the living web autonomously self-propagates.
No -- people are the problem. They simply don't seem to care, living in the forest, but not with it, taking from the larder, but giving nothing back, defiling their host. But still, you cannot change an entire race, especially if there is only one of you. Not that I have stopped trying.
Either way, I'm getting restless. I want to get out, to explore -- to see the word. What is it? Who put it there? And why?
Thus begins a journey -- a journey to find out where.
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The new cover is adapted from a photo from Arrowlakelass@ flickr.