tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16549448.post115271002550922317..comments2023-10-22T08:20:13.694-05:00Comments on Allison Wonderland: disturbed, then sad, then angryAlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05557524279832095106noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16549448.post-1152729825744672172006-07-12T13:43:00.000-05:002006-07-12T13:43:00.000-05:00Oh Al, I am so sorry. So. sorry. And so angry. I d...Oh Al, I am so sorry. So. sorry. And so angry. I don't understand how people can just do this so easily, how they can look at the same beautiful forest that I see, the forest that calms and soothes me every time I visit your lovely little town, and see money, homes, commerce, people, and miss, utterly, completely miss the thing of beauty, life, and wildness that is the forest itself. The battle between people needing space and animals needing space should not be fought between the "tree huggers" and the development crews. It should be fought by everyone, for everyone, people and animals too. We should all want there to be open space and forest and community and wildness left in this ever-tamed, strangled, mutilated world. Why don't we? Why can't we agree on how important it is to steward this planet well? Because if we did, if we actually PLANNED developments and TALKED to biologists and THOUGHT about where and when to build, and where and when NOT to build, I truly believe we could live in harmony, all of us, nature and mankind. I do. Because you're right, people need space too. No one is saying they don't. But so often, so terrifyingly, frustratingly often, it's like no one even stops to think. Or care.<BR/><BR/>I hope their basement floods too. And I hope they store Grandma's trillion dollar Persian rug down there to get moldy, moth-eaten, mouse-pooped, termite-chewed, dung-infested, stained, faded, frayed, and munched. And when they discover it, I hope they curse, then look around in fear at the power of the forest to TAKE SOMETHING BACK.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com