Haiku for the Bison of the Great Plains
Thunder in the grass—
Earth remembers how to breathe,
Hooves drum dawn awake.
Wind through sacred mane,
Ghost herds stir beneath...
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.
Abstract
This essay argues for an accelerated transition to green energy in the United States, framing it as an economic, environmental, and public health imperative....
Part I: The Phenomenon and the Mythic Imagination
An Arch of Light and Wonder
Few natural phenomena have so universally captivated the human imagination as the...
Introduction: The Radical Act of Stillness
In an age defined by perpetual connectivity and information overload, the search for silence has become a radical act....