"I had to go into the old forest seventy times before I heard it speak, and then it was only one word, 'urgency'. Each time, I had been listening, hoping I'd hear something, as I walked carefully across the rotting spines of fallen giants, which lay in dizzying geometries atop older fallen giants, which lay upon other now buried giants -- still holding their carbon, deep down into the earth, deep down into history, and yet still in service to the living -- a sarcophagus of the ancient forest. No place for bulldozers." Writer and wilderness activist Rick Bass shares more.
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