To me, wilderness is both a place
and a state of mind. I think of wild
places I’ve visited – in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and in Utah’s Bryce
Canyon – and I get a feeling of peacefulness and spaciousness. I think in earlier times in America
wilderness also represented opportunity, a blank slate, a chance to make a new
start in a new place.
The root word “wild” connotes to me
an untamed spirit of nature unconfined by human technology and
restrictions. It also makes me think of
innocence, pristine and uncorrupted. In
addition, there’s a connotation of unpredictability, and possibly danger (e.g.,
a wild animal).
I believe wilderness areas are
extremely valuable, in fact priceless!
These lands, and the plants and animals who live there, need to be
protected and preserved for their own sake, as well as for future generations
of human beings. It’s important to do
this for both ecological and spiritual reasons (and I believe that science and faith are not mutually exclusive).
I feel that Sylvy, the main character
in A White Heron, definitely did the
right thing in keeping the location of the heron’s nest a secret. When she was tempted to reveal it to the
ornithologist I kept thinking, “No! Don’t
do it! Don’t do it!” It would have been a betrayal of the wild
animals’ trust in Sylvy, a betrayal of the wild woods that she had grown to
love and, it seems to me, a betrayal of her own soul.
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