| p32 | Only in humans has the natural become unnatural. In one, stopped up like a clogged stream, it's banks flood with debris. In another, unpassable and clenched, the clouds cease to bring rain and the ground of being is parched. What is asked is not heard. What is not heard is not given response. The human spirit drowns in garbage or dies of thirst, surrounded by things of reeking decay or gone to dust in search of security. |