"I have a weird nostalgia for abandoned roads, trash dumps, ditches with old tires grown into the weeds. The breach of order, the lawlessness, the bare end of society -- its remnants dragged out into the forest, taken apart, layer upon layer of information, things we were kept from knowing; a microcosm of the processes that, when taken in a larger context, are the archetype of my life’s work.

I stood for a long moment basking in the forgotten feeling. The absence of light, the way the environment changed around me, a symbiotic silencing of wind and emotion. The crickets and frogs, things passed between us beyond my ability to describe.

'The same solitude, the same loneliness through which frail and timorous man had merely passed without altering it…' - William Faulkner (1897-1962)

To let a place go wild is to enter into the dream of it, where the interconnected web of life holds sway. To sit quietly in a wild setting is to sense what mind is, how it encompasses these things, animates them." - H. Grevemberg - The Zen Revolution