I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
I have grouped the many articles on this site under the collective title, 'Elemental Living'. I thought that it was probably worthwhile explaining what...
1. Historical Baseline
Pre-1750 Wilderness Extent
The Arabian oryx paused at the crest of a sand dune, its white coat reflecting the scorching sun that would...
Laughter is a universal human experience, transcending cultures, ages, and languages. While often regarded as a simple expression of amusement or joy, contemporary research...