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		<title>2022 The Northern Route &#8211; Copenhagen</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2023 13:30:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Copenhagen is a noisier and dirtier city than the other capitals I’ve been in and definitely not as well maintained. But it has beautiful parks and I spent the better part of today in its botanical garden at the U. of Copenhagen. A wonderful place, just like the one in Visby but far larger. And [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Copenhagen is a noisier and dirtier city than the other capitals I’ve been in and definitely not as well maintained. But it has beautiful parks and I spent the better part of today in its botanical garden at the U. of Copenhagen. A wonderful place, just like the one in Visby but far larger. And somehow, I walked almost directly to its own pieces of California: a little grove with all three Sequoia species. About the same size as the one in Visby so I presume seeds were circulating over here about the same time. As often happens in Nature, more it seems in places like the garden than in truly natural settings where I am more prone to joy, I become solemn, borderline sad but not really, serious is a better word. Why? I can’t say I know. There’s an element of feeling so identified with where I am and what I see and experience that I become one with it, which is positive in my way of thinking but a serious transition from a normal sense of self. And at other times the joy seems indicative of the same experience. Both reactions feel appropriate. The difference may have something to do with how active I am at one or the other moments—in the park/garden I sit and contemplate a good deal whereas in more natural settings I’m more active. Perhaps solemnity is associated with contemplation and joy with exerting myself. Joy is more satisfying as an emotion but not more valuable, real, or valid.</p>
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<p>The botanical garden in Visby didn’t have greenhouses like the one here does—Many big ones in a giant, 150-year-old glass palace. I passed through them all yesterday and found myself feeling ambivalent about plants in “cages,” so to speak. I’ve read a lot about plant sentience over the last few years and although I don’t know if they find it aversive in any way to live in a greenhouse, and presumably that’s the only way they could live at all in this climate, it’s an even more artificial environment than the outdoor regions of the garden. It feels different to me, even if not to them. So, I spent most of my time walking around outside; beauty after beauty. And when I walked back to the hotel, I diverted through a public park of about the same size and surprisingly almost as lovely, although definitely not offering the enormous variety of the other. But it is a fine place and well taken care of; Copenhagen is a “messier” city than the others I’ve seen but it didn’t show in this park, which seemed to be treated with respect by its visitors and care by its staff of caretakers. Cities rub against my nerves but just getting some distance into parks and I breathe easier, feel better.</p>
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		<title>2022 The Northern Route &#8211; Nuuksio National Park</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2023 13:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[2 October: The travel agent arranged a guide to take me to Nuuksio National Park, a tiny park (barely over 50 square km) northwest of Helsinki. We canoed across a small lake, hiked for a couple hours, and canoed back. I usually feel intimacy and affection for places in Nature where I can quietly be [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2 October: The travel agent arranged a guide to take me to Nuuksio National Park, a tiny park (barely over 50 square km) northwest of Helsinki. We canoed across a small lake, hiked for a couple hours, and canoed back. I usually feel intimacy and affection for places in Nature where I can quietly be even for short periods, and this was no different. Average rainfall around Helsinki is only 27” so it’s interesting to see how much difference even that makes in landscapes not dealing with heat, and at a time like now when they’ve not had as much rain as usual. I am strongly drawn to the groundcover in places like this: multiple varieties of berry, plenty of moss (several inches thick in places), and lichen of species I’m not acquainted with; some are in the cup lichen family and stand a few inches high and, according to my guide, are a favorite food of reindeer farther north. So the cover is rich and damp and seems anxious to surmount anything around it, including large boulders, many of which are completely enclosed in moss out of which grow many of the same plants as when it’s on ground. Wondrous! The trees are mostly Scots Pine, which is new to me (not surprising since it doesn’t occur at home) despite acquaintance with innumerable Pinus species I’ve met around the U.S., birch, and spruce. Most of Finland was logged over the centuries and it does not appear to me there’s anything left big enough to turn into lumber, although they call forest that’s achieved much age old growth. In short, the trees along my hike were abundant but not tall and the groundcover rich and beguiling. There were ravines and granite outcroppings as well that added to the overall interest of the place. A good time was had. I should also add that the lake was the kind I’ve always loved: surrounded by forest growing to its edge, clear water, only a few docks sticking out, and because it’s national park for most of its circumference, only a few cabins, a quiet meditative place.</p>
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		<title>2022 The Northern Route &#8211; Autumn in Helsinki</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2023 13:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 October: Arrived by train in Helsinki yesterday evening. The terrain between Rovaniemi and Helsinki didn’t change noticeably from what I’d seen before. As I’ve learned both visually and by talking to Finns, this is not a mountainous country; I think someone said the highest peak is only a little over a thousand meters, and [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1 October: Arrived by train in Helsinki yesterday evening. The terrain between Rovaniemi and Helsinki didn’t change noticeably from what I’d seen before. As I’ve learned both visually and by talking to Finns, this is not a mountainous country; I think someone said the highest peak is only a little over a thousand meters, and most of the rest is rolling hill and valley without significant relief. Still, the fall colors were very nice and my seatmate on the train showed me pictures on her laptop from a recent hike in a national park; even without mountains or even many trees, the color, the low-growing foliage I so much admire, and the unbroken landscape were pleasing to see. When I was in Imani a guide took me out to an area along a river; pretty much the usual topography, with mostly pines mixed with some birch and spruce, but the groundcover attracts me strongly—low-growing, as expected, with a variety of mosses, grasses, and forbs, lichen-covered rocks, when they aren’t, like the tree stumps, grown completely over by the cover plants; astonishing richness, plants that use their short growing season and its very long days to best advantage—knowing better than to go high but using their few inches above ground in what is surely the best possible way. The trees are all about the same height, 30’-40’ and according to the guide about 50 years old. She didn’t know why they were the same height, but I can think of no explanation other than logging or some other area-wide destructive event.</p>
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		<title>Thoughts From My Journal &#8211; Natchez Trace Parkway</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2022 13:30:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[*4-23: I was hiking an unfamiliar trail a couple days ago and when it made a sharp turn, I followed it rather than pausing for what looked like an inviting creek spot in the distance; I was focused on the trail, a double-edged sword that seems to obstruct as much as it deepens. How do [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*4-23: I was hiking an unfamiliar trail a couple days ago and when it made a sharp turn, I followed it rather than pausing for what looked like an inviting creek spot in the distance; I was focused on the trail, a double-edged sword that seems to obstruct as much as it deepens. How do you balance being fully present in one thing with openness to worthy intrusions where you could also be called to full presence? In this case I did it by returning for another look today and found that I’d been short-sighted and should have given the spot time when I was first there. (Barring a time crunch, ordinarily nonexistent when camping, there’s always time to drink fully when offered a cup.) Little Swan Creek bent sharply to the left while slightly undercutting the layered rock that formed its outer bank, or rather wall. The layers were moss-, tree-, and grass- and forb-covered, some of the trees tall, obviously having been at home there for quite some time. The water ran briskly and clearly, probably deeper than it will be as summer comes on but enjoying its rainy recharge of recent weeks. Butterflies cavorted. Not many birds, which reinforced the concerns I’ve been having about the loss of animal numbers world-wide that’s been reported happening over the last half century. I can no longer assume that what I find anywhere in Nature is historically normal. If half the animals have gone missing in fifty years, as they say, is that accurate for here as well? I grieve the losses and wonder where they’ll end and equally, I regret the lost confidence that Nature is thriving. Of course, that confidence has been increasingly misplaced for a long time; it’s more recently that the losses have accelerated, along I suppose with our ability to track them.</p>
<p>            But back to Little Swan: Twig and I sat in the crook of the Creek’s bend for a half hour and opened ourselves to its spirit. It is one of those places that surpasses lovely and moves into ethereal and assures me that I belong there, that anyone with a receptive soul belongs there. I wonder if luxury-seeking among people is a displaced version of the richness is found in places like this? Although in a sense a simple place—to the eyes, but complex intrinsically—it could be aptly called luxuriant. I feel better when I’m in places like this even half-consciously and when more fully giving my attention we become one in spirit. The Creek made its turn and moved on south-westerly and as the trail climbed the hillside and I looked down, it merged with the leafing trees.</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2022 17:08:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1-28: Last day here and I took off on a trail headed west out of the campground. It crossed three sizable washes, which for me are always evocative and for desert flora are like a magnet that draws them in to make relatively dense populations that follow its path. Walking through an area where the [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1-28: Last day here and I took off on a trail headed west out of the campground. It crossed three sizable washes, which for me are always evocative and for desert flora are like a magnet that draws them in to make relatively dense populations that follow its path. Walking through an area where the cactus and others are relatively scattered, I enter a space of close sharing. They stand all over the wash and so feel the flood surge by, gently as it arrives and later finishes but surely quite forcefully if rainfall has been abundant or fell heavily and quickly; they stand firmly waiting for its end and sucking up moisture. I notice no signs of uprooting or debris piled up against them, which is different from what I see after flash floods in less arid climes. I remember as a child spending summers with relatives in the Davis Mountains of Texas and standing by a dry wash, no rain falling, and in the distance seeing the front of a newly formed stream heading my way. It was, and I think still is somewhat, a magical feat for rain reported fallen miles away to gather itself together for a brief journey through; before long it was almost as if nothing had happened. There’s not a lot I remember from 65 years ago but these freshets I do. So, I sat for a while in each wash and paid respects to the residents. As I walked between them, the transit from abundance to scarcity allowed details to stand out. Mistletoe appears to enjoy the heat, growing prolifically on some afflicted palo verde and ironwood trees. Under a jumping cholla taller than I am I found a half dozen small pincushion cacti growing nicely in the shade along with several fallen cholla segments that had rooted and others that looked as if they were trying. I was also surprised by a fair amount of droppings at least the size of deer’s’ but I’ve never seen any in this area and believe they live in the Monument’s mountains, so I don’t know whose deposit these were. Whoever they may have come from, they were right beside a pile of dead cholla segments, so their source clearly wasn’t intimidated by the spines. In one place a pair of ironwood had made possible the growth of a little community between them: ocotillo, cholla and other cactus. Farther along I found a fifteen-foot saguaro that apparently had been windblown over and died. The tops of these guys must be different from the column below because this one’s had broken cleanly off and lay a foot beyond; yesterday I’d seen a standing saguaro who had mysteriously lost his top also.</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2022 13:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1-27: I noted that the plants cactus seeds choose to settle next to are called nurse-plants, and I’m beginning to think this whole desert is my collective nurse biome. I just spent another couple hours on the ridge and the trails going to and from it. On the way up I felt a sensation that [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1-27: I noted that the plants cactus seeds choose to settle next to are called nurse-plants, and I’m beginning to think this whole desert is my collective nurse biome. I just spent another couple hours on the ridge and the trails going to and from it. On the way up I felt a sensation that may have been attached to words or I may have added them automatically: “You will find it here.” I understood the meaning—I would find the <em>Truth</em>, or <em>truths</em>, here and, I add, wherever Nature is allowed to speak and I’m alert enough to hear. Truth is spiritual and mostly ineffable but in one of its aspects it speaks of my belonging, of the rightness of such places, of the oneness of basic reality. I usually sense all this when I hike these landscapes—it’s part of what draws me back—but I don’t often hear it spoken. I nodded and walked slowly on and a pair of Gambel quail trotted up the trail ahead of me, eventually diverting and moving into the brush and cactus. They probably start their family early in this desert so it may be only a couple months before I’d find them trailing a dozen chicks behind. Most of those won’t survive but enough will to carry on their presence here. At my home on the Pacific ocean they’re called California quail and we always have 2-3 families hanging around to take advantage of the bird seed and chicken feed Lynn hands out so liberally. They always murmur distinctively as they move through the bushes and as often as not are heard more than seen. They, a solitary raven or two, and several cactus wrens are about all I’ve seen of birds here; the wrens, too, are heard more than seen, although three came upon me exploring on a recent evening.</p>
<p>When I began hiking it was in East Texas forests about half my life ago. I spent at least the first year looking up reveling in the tall green of mostly pine but mixed with beech, oak, and a few other species, beginning my opening to Nature, enchanted by forest existence. In time, I happened to look around more closely, notice what had been background to forest exuberance, register some surprise—there seemed almost as many dead and fallen trees, but some still standing, as there were alive. Add the duff, inches thick cover of dead leaves and myriad other organic remains, and I saw that forest life was rooted in death. (I wasn’t aware at the time of all the fungi, microbes, insects, etc. that were hidden under the surface doing their parts along with what I saw.) Odd to acknowledge now but all this death stunned me initially. I’ve become more comfortable and knowledgeable about the balance and flow, the giving and taking, the mutualisms, and even come to believe in a sort of forest sentience and of communications passing between and among forest life. In short, I think I passed from being a visitor to sharing their home.</p>
<p>All of which is prelude to saying that in the richness of this piece of the Sonora Desert, I notice again how enwrapped with death and dying the lives of ecosystems are, not to mention the same experience for individual plants. One organ pipe cactus had 8 dead or dying arms each 8-9’ long but surrounding one healthy 4’ arm and another of 2’. The cactus to most appearances was a goner but still had the energy and the urge to dance a little longer with life. And such seemingly contradictory behavior is not uncommon among their brethren. Life and death, coming and going, side by side: what’s a person to think? Is this what aging looks like in an OPC (Organ Pipe Cactus)? I even saw one arm, long dead with all the flesh falling from the woody core, surrounded by other dead arms, and somehow it shot out an armlet, which surely can’t live long but even so… Clearly the world of flora handles this life and death business differently than the world of fauna. The OPC will die completely in time (I assume, though nothing would surprise me) but on the way there he sometimes pauses to be sure, tries on a little more life, moves on, may pause again, then expires. Speaking as a member of the faunal kingdom, it seems a strange, but somehow fitting, way to go. I have to consider that what I notice with my own aging may be more similar to this “trajectory-defined-by-pauses, confront the loss and adjust, get back on the trajectory toward the future,” process than I’d imagined. Death becomes almost anticlimactic, the real action happens with aging and dying.</p>
<p>And then there’s the packrat and/or their rodent brethren who make their homes at the base of OPCs. I’d like to know what goes on under the surface and what the OPC makes of the activity of burrowing midst its roots, but the visible construction is remarkable enough. Materials vary from twigs and branches stacked a couple feet high, often mixed with cholla segments (I try to imagine the labor of a small creature finding, dragging home, and placing those thorny objects on his stack without dying of puncture wounds) and often they’re almost exclusively cholla. It seems impenetrable by even the wiliest or hardest-skinned snake imaginable. In fact, how does the rat get in? A hole somewhere? But there goes the impenetrability. I’ll see if I can find out. But everything else aside, he creates an astonishing structure that is a monument to his determination to protect hearth and home and to immense skill in handling lethal building materials. I wonder how many residents there are; such a big structure, so much work assembling it—a family, village, city?</p>
<p>Beauty, natural abundance, floral diversity, ingenuity, fecundity within the given limits, communal solidarity—what a fine place.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2022 13:30:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[An action is right when it respects the integrity and vital needs and interests of others. It is wrong when it does not. &#160; Many readers will recognize the above ethical declaration as a paraphrase of Aldo Leopold’s well known “Land Ethic.” I came to know and respect Leopold’s work over thirty years ago but [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><em>An action is right when it respects the integrity </em><br />
<em>and vital needs and interests of others. </em><br />
<em>It is wrong when it does not.</em></p>
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<p>Many readers will recognize the above ethical declaration as a paraphrase of Aldo Leopold’s well known “Land Ethic.” I came to know and respect Leopold’s work over thirty years ago but haven’t had occasion to revisit him for quite some time, until recently when I began thinking about writing this essay. He spoke about the land and biotic community, and I realized that it’s only a short step from land and biome to Earthly existence as such, which is why my use of “others” in the declaration intends to be inclusive. I am seeking to frame an ethic that would seem a natural partner to my conviction that existence itself and all of its expressions merit human reverence (see <em>Reverence for Existence: A Way of Knowing</em>)—in fact, that they evoke reverence from those open to it. A way of reverence naturally implies ways of acting consistent with it.</p>
<p>Reverence is a concept I use without its usual religious trappings, which is not easy and is bound to travel somewhat parallel to spiritual views, but I was drawn to the word because of its unique power to express deep respect, even a kind of piety (again, minus religious notions), love, mutuality, loyalty, care, and perhaps more. However unsatisfying conventional religion may be to me, it claims by tradition the strongest language possible for speaking of spirituality and ultimate dimensions. I needed to borrow from that to say what I wanted to say.</p>
<p>A sense of reverence arose out of my experiences in the natural world, places where I often found myself in wordless communion and deeply moved: identified and bound-up with, united, one with…where I was. A spiritual realization of what felt as close as I expected ever to come to awareness and experience of fundamental reality. I’m comfortable thinking of it as mystical but rarely use the word due to the myriad understandings and misunderstandings of what it suggests. Since I have studied Martin Buber’s perspectives about I-Thou relations for several decades, it was natural as well to frame my experience as Thou-relation with Nature. (He also described Thou-relations with humans and forms of the spirit [as expressed through art, poetry, music, and such], but it’s always been clear to me that those are not my preferred métiers.) In finding myself in such relation with natural settings—and eventually generalizing to other settings, other life, existence—it was without conscious aspiration or plan. It just emerged and I took it seriously.</p>
<p>Experience was enough and for me flowed naturally into an ethic, which might be summarized as Do no avoidable harm. And further, with more positive intent, Manifest care for existence—those others that exist—insofar as I practically could. But I needed to move beyond soul, so to speak, and into intellect. What could I learn from ethicists and other philosophers to add shape and rationality to what felt indubitably true but needed words for explication. The literature in animal rights was helpful, as was that of eco-philosophers, deep ecologists, and eco-feminists. There is also a body of work in the area of “moral considerability,” the realm in which philosophers try to delineate and delimit those deserving of our moral reckoning when we act in ways that affect them, as we necessarily and frequently do. Not surprisingly, I never found an exclusionary notion (one that would justify morally disregarding certain others when one acts), whether based on lack of reason, agency, intelligence, or whatever, that didn’t seem arbitrary and coincidentally (?) mostly identified with only one species, the one that promulgated the ideas: Homo sapiens. Eventually I found what is considered a seminal essay from 1978 by Kenneth Goodpaster in The Journal of Philosophy entitled “On being morally considerable.” His conclusion: “Nothing short of the condition of being alive seems to me to be a plausible and nonarbitrary criterion.” (italics in original) I agreed, with the proviso that there remained room for nonliving forms of humanly created beauty along with mountains, rivers, deserts…the land, that also merited consideration.</p>
<p>My purpose here is to sketch out some ethical substance and detail to make meaningful this idea of universal moral considerability and its relation to reverence for existence.</p>
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What does it mean to take another into moral account? What is the good that morality aims to promote? How can it be so inclusive as to cover existence? Would we do better to speak less of moral rights and more about vital needs and interests? As indicated above, my responses to these questions began in my experiences of Nature as encounters wherein relations of striking depth emerged, a place where innate value was palpable and indubitable. I was regularly shaken and made joyously tearful. And the more sensitized I was by these experiences the more generalized became the sense that there was no natural boundary to a person’s capacity to relate to anything with the awareness and care that spring from reverential (or Thou) relationship. If we affect something through our actions, we are obliged to consider how we affect it and whether that effect is harmful or disrespectful. This is what it means to take another into moral account. The goods that it wants to promote concern the one who acts, the social context, the values expressed, and the act’s impact on whatever it affects.</p>
<p>If we accept that no unnecessary harm and beneficence when possible are reasonable moral injunctions toward those one considers morally considerable and, as I advocate, you accept universal considerability, the injunctions become universally applicable. They function as an attitude, a way of being-in-the-world. These will be uninteresting to anyone who does not already experience nonegoistic concerns for others and a desire to do a little good or at least not do avoidable harm. Moving beyond ego is, I believe, the crucial step toward taking seriously both ethics and spirituality. Excess of self portends and promotes deficiency of others in one’s consciousness. Respectful relations depend upon a degree of self-forgetting and focus upon the good of the relation and the good of the other. It assumes that there is no intrinsic contradiction between the moral good of self and other, that in caring for the world I care as well for myself as citizen of the world and its relevant local communities.</p>
<p>I asked above about how we take another into moral account, but another consideration springs to mind as I think about that: Whenever anyone speaks about practical ethics it usually follows that they hope to be sufficiently persuasive to alter the behavior of those who are not distinctly ethical in their approach to things, or for those who are to expand or refine their way of considering moral matters. I accept that we want to speak good sense and in a persuasive manner but am not terribly optimistic that anyone not disposed to serious thinking about ethical matters is likely to be moved. We go to the trouble of thinking, talking, and writing about these things because it pleases us to do so, and it seems to add value to the world in the form of careful thinking about serious matters, and in time it might even filter into educational and parental settings and have good effects on learners. Human moral progress is fitful to say the least, even over long periods. We may, for example, reject slavery but centuries later are still prone to racism and prejudice, oppression and exploitation. Improvement, certainly, but still with a long way to go morally. I would even say that that change was less motivated by morality than sociopolitical factors, and in the American instance by war. So I believe it important to clarify our thinking about these things—after all, what is more important than ethics?—but am sobered by what I know about human openness to moral change. Such change might be called whole-of-person change in that it entails new thinking, feeling, and behavior, and may cost the one who changes friends and other relationships.</p>
<p>Returning to the question, taking others into moral account (relating to them as morally considerable) is little helped by first considering what sort of other they are and with what characteristics. Even for those most like humans in one way or another or having evident intelligence, sensitivity, family feeling, etc., zoos, slaughterhouses, hunters, factory farms, and more are standing evidence that society is little moved when habit, preference, and convenience are at stake. Taking another into moral account won’t begin in the intellect alone for intellect typically aims more toward self-gratification than truth. We will only take the other into moral account when we are moved to do so (partially because intellect and ego have stepped aside or were caught napping): when an inner signal composed of fellow-feeling, ethics, empathy, and care for the moral texture of existence speak to one who is willing to hear and to act accordingly. The person might be said to feel an obligation or duty to act this way but prior to that, prior even to thinking much about a present situation, they are moved almost automatically to offer what the other needs (though they may avoid or suppress it). At a minimum, they will not add to or support the other’s harm. This can arise from a sort of existential piety, a reverence for existence, a recognition that actions matter and the life one has in the place it happens are wonders, mysteries, blessings, and that to walk softly guided by care for what one has been given is the appropriate thing to do. So giving moral account, being morally accountable, originates in character and soul and receptive awareness; words and philosophies follow.</p>
<p>If everything is worthy of ethical attention does this ask too much of people? Even if true, does it need paring down a bit in recognition of our finitude and flaws? Should we focus only on “the really big things” and leave the rest to good will and happenstance? I don’t think it asks too much or that, as with a rheostat, one can adjust for convenience. Character doesn’t work that way nor do we act with these cautions in mind about other of our prevailing convictions: patriotism, say, or religious belief, a philosophy of life, and so on. Well-founded ways of being that reflect an accurate account of reality become second nature, part of our self-definition and the central orientation that guides our unconscious direction-setting (which composes the majority of human existence) and, when needed and called upon, our more conscious grasp of the rudder. Reverence, care for being, is not an add-on; it is a Way just as its opposite is a way, but one that depletes and damages existence.</p>
<p>Discussions about how to conceive or apply ethics almost always raise both the issue of what makes another worthy and which ones possess the magic quality and have a right to be considered worthy. What I describe here, which is the experience of reverence for existence and care as the active ethical response, is not concerned with either of these markers of worthiness in routine living. Everything is worthy and rather than rights I prefer to speak of vital needs and interests. Whereas rights are too often considered contingent, it seems to me that the needs or interests of another are innate and usually clear, and as a foundational consideration about existence it seems uncontroversial that vital needs have a strong claim to respect. (This speaks of living others; nonliving but ethically valuable others will come up shortly.) Vital needs do not refer simply to the basics of food, shelter, and security. The need to flourish, to have opportunity to realize one’s inherent capacities, is also vital for a well-lived life.</p>
<p>In situations requiring choices that will infringe others’ needs, triage or defining acceptable nutritional sources, for example, characteristics of the other become relevant even if often difficult to assess. Both plants and animals are living beings with needs and preferred ways to persist, but since eating animals who ate plants is doubly destructive of life and since plants appear more limited in consciousness and sentience than animals, vegan or vegetarian choices are less hurtful overall. (Even if it were possible to subtract the factory farming methods of causing animal suffering as the prelude to animal slaughter, the calculus remains cogent. On the other hand, subsistence ways of life, barely existent anymore, or hunting/fishing that are ecologically based and balanced are another story but in the big picture not relevant.) All choices, however, according to the ways advocated here, are approached with seriousness and gratitude. Eating anything always involves the direct and indirect death of other creatures and efforts should be made to mitigate harms. What’s left then is gratitude for Earth’s beneficence and remembrance of what’s been taken.</p>
<p>Another way of approaching the ethic I want to describe is through analogy with artistic creation. The process that runs from inception of artistic envisioning through execution cannot be depicted adequately in step-by-step fashion but sometime near its beginning artistic receptivity is approached by forms, ideas, visions, images…out of which artists fashion something sensorial that expresses their response to what was spoken to them. Mind and spirit shape the inchoate into material or energetic form, an outcome of the meeting between person and vision. What I am speaking of ethically is a similar outcome of a meeting between person and an aspect of reality that their action (or inaction) will affect. I sometimes use the terminology of Buber in I and Thou: They are addressed by a person, situation, aspect of Nature, a thing, and they respond with affirmation, sometimes love. They do not grant value to the other but recognize and respond to value that is already present. Most often this dynamic involves our encounter with something living, a person, animal, forest, but we also encounter beauty in myriad forms from human creations to natural expressions, and experience confirms that beauty itself is sufficient to evoke moral respect. Anything that adds to or expresses the goodness of being, any action that morally elevates the actor—these are primary goods that morality aims to enhance while serving in its quotidian way as the attitude and theme for a human’s role in existence, which is to protect and augment what’s good through stepping into the mutuality of engagement with what’s present.</p>
<p>I don’t consider this an ethic that requires us to live the life of an anchorite or ascetic. But it does imply renunciation of the license to do anything humans want whenever and wherever they want. It generally seems that under the present societal regime we are permitted anything monetarily profitable or beneficial to humans even as astounding, although largely disregarded, costs to land/air/water, biodiversity, and climate stability mount up. Earth keeps its accounts even if humans do not. I recently read an article that illustrates the difficulty faced when the present human-centered regime is challenged. (“The Elephant in the Courtroom,” Lawrence Wright, The New Yorker, 7 March ’22) The issue discussed was whether an elephant could be granted rights, i.e., be treated as a “person” in the eyes of the law, so that legal claims could be made that solitary zoo captivity was harmful and she should be moved to a large elephant sanctuary. She lost; the judge sympathized but didn’t consider that the law permitted it. The outcome saddened but did not surprise me. What was astonishing was Wright’s account of the pre-judgment assertions of those who opposed claims made on the elephant’s behalf and who submitted amicus briefs or otherwise stated their position. This is a selection from his citations.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;">• …granting personhood to one elephant would flood the courts with similar appeals for other animals and for broader rights. “The question is ‘How far do we go?”’<br />
• “What about the slippery slope?&#8230;we’re going to erode our enthusiasm for the healthy degree of rights that we afford people who have severe cognitive impairments,” he said.<br />
• If the elephant were granted rights “…farms, zoos, and aquaria would be at risk to a plethora of similar lawsuits…[The Plaintiff] seeks nothing less than to uproot and overturn the social order.”<br />
• “Should the Pandora’s Box of habeas corpus be opened on behalf of animals, New York’s multibillion-dollar agricultural industry would be at risk.”<br />
• “This Court cannot magically convert legally-defined property like [the elephant] into non-property.”<br />
• “…if an elephant can be deemed a person, ‘why not a pig, a cow, or a chicken?’”<br />
• Extending habeas rights to animals would “impede important medical breakthroughs…”<br />
• “Without the use of animals…the world might have been deprived of a discovery that promises to save innumerable lives.”<br />
• Granting the elephant rights would “completely redefine the human-animal legal relationship” by undermining the status of ownership.<br />
• Another person who didn’t weigh in on the case specifically still was “wary of blurring the line between humanity and other animals.”</p>
<p>This is a lengthy list and I wouldn’t have given it so much space except, as I said, I was astonished by it and had several strong reactions to what is said. (Having spent time writing about animal rights and working in animal protection I wasn’t surprised by what I read but found its agglomeration in a single article and the almost ingenuous frankness of the sources startling.) They didn’t address the situation as a moral question or with apparent awareness of the elephant’s (or other animals’) vital needs; their concerns were utilitarian and indicated how much a great many people depend on animal exploitation for their living. Anthropocentrism is not always so bold in confessing its aims. And second, there was an obvious panic reaction going on. Having been closely involved with the question of companion animals being killed in animal shelters, erroneously labelled “euthanasia,” I surmise one aspect of the panic—to acknowledge animals’ rights would mean people, the ones spoken for, had violated those rights and caused unjustifiable harms in doing so, and that’s a heavy burden to bear. (It’s impossible not to hear echoes in this of men being challenged by women over the gendered caste hierarchy, or of Whites and Blacks, or colonists and the indigenous colonized. Power differentials never give way easily, and who knows how much a part guilty conscience plays?) Also, the boundary between human and nonhuman animals has been an issue for a great number of people for a very long time. Some are apparently jealous to maintain, and insecure about, human preeminence (self-asserted) in the hierarchy. To this day, scientists, philosophers, and many others continue laboring over just what makes humans special compared to other animals. It’s an absurd quest, in my view, that serves no positive purpose yet it won’t go away. Germane to the present essay, the panicky reaction is indicative of how high a mountain one would have to climb to discover a socially accepted ethic of care for all beings. No matter how unjust a situation may seem, those who benefit from it will have a hard time seeing its injustice.</p>
<p>In finishing I think about the continuity of these ideas with the notion of the sacred. I speak of ours as a sacred Earth (within a sacred Universe) and as with other such terms I abjure religious overtones and intend here to denote what is deeply venerable and worthy of a corresponding regard. Affirmation and mutuality in the Earth-relation reveal mystery along with other components. Mystery linked to goodness within the deeply distinctive forms of Earth-awareness feel to me signs of the sacred, meaning: Earth as extraordinarily special and spiritually expressive. At the same time, I don’t mean to imply that a more vigorous and inclusive ethic is only available to the spiritually minded. It is altogether possible to recognize humans’ reduced but more fitting place in the Earth community, with an attendant acknowledgement of the need for (or the right of) beauty and flourishing lives to persist in self-fulfillment, and a commitment to support and protect that without reference to spirituality or sacrality. To stop there; life receives its due.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[8-31-2021: If it were possible to believe that gods created the Universe, the next belief might be that they had decided to use Earth for the indulgence of their artistic talents. To see just how much beauty they could create in, from their perspective, a limited space. When the god of Genesis stepped back from [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>8-31-2021: If it were possible to believe that gods created the Universe, the next belief might be that they had decided to use Earth for the indulgence of their artistic talents. To see just how much beauty they could create in, from their perspective, a limited space. When the god of Genesis stepped back from day-to-day creation and pronounced that “it was good,” this might be what he meant. From my own more limited perspective, I don’t see how they could have done better. It really was a work of art. In today’s parlance, I guess we’d have to call it performance art since it doesn’t just sit still; its parts all interact in ways that replenish itself as needed, dispose of detritus, maintain, and heal and renew. It’s really quite a place. Of necessity, it had also to be useful, meaning that it provided the conditions and nutriment for rebirth and evolution, always changing, always restoring, always beautiful. Since beauty is imbued with spirit, it is also a spiritual place where love, identification, entanglement abide and enrich.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[9-11: We walked again today, this time west until we crossed the bridge and turned east and eventually found a fallen pine a hundred yards from the River where we sat in silence for a while. Twig seems an unusual dog in that she can sit still as long as I am observing and appreciating [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>9-11: We walked again today, this time west until we crossed the bridge and turned east and eventually found a fallen pine a hundred yards from the River where we sat in silence for a while. Twig seems an unusual dog in that she can sit still as long as I am observing and appreciating her surroundings. We were in the midst mostly of black oak, ponderosa pine, and incense cedar; a fire, probably prescribed, had been through a few years ago and trunks were scorched fifteen or so feet up. Grass, forbs, and bushes along with other dead woody debris cover the land. Soughing of the River made for completion. Sounds probably don’t get nearly the credit they deserve as sources of delight; this beautiful landscape would be diminished without River’s patter. (I read once that the supposed taste of celery was actually mostly its crunch synesthetically merged with its intrinsic flavor—this is like that.) Sitting as I am, I always close my eyes for several minutes to better notice unobtrusive sounds: the few birds calling, breeze and leaf, insects when they’re speaking, and in this place the River. The trees, especially as I have come to know more about their relationships, above and below ground, with one another and with fungi and microbes, become an ashram of sadhus permanently meditating while surreptitiously managing their needs for moisture, nutriment, protection of self and community. They are admirable in so many ways and easy to love. No creature on this Earth is for use only.</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2021 13:30:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[(A few days later) For many years one of my favorite places to camp has been Warner Valley, a remote area in the southeast corner of Lassen Volcanic N.P. The Pacific Crest Trail runs through, as does a permanent stream, and I’ve hiked both north and south on the PCT as well as on other [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(A few days later) For many years one of my favorite places to camp has been Warner Valley, a remote area in the southeast corner of Lassen Volcanic N.P. The Pacific Crest Trail runs through, as does a permanent stream, and I’ve hiked both north and south on the PCT as well as on other trails, mostly ones that connected to areas active with volcanic remnants such as mud pots, steam vents, and Sulphur ponds and others that looped off and back to the PCT. It’s a beautiful area not even badly disturbed by a rustic guest ranch situated on the west end of the Valley. This summer of 2021 is seeing the end of unburned places I’ve spent time in or traveled through in the north and east parts of the state. Warner Valley is now one of those according to a piece I read a couple days ago and that fire maps, even with lack of detail, confirm. Considering the direction of the fire it would have entered through the east end after burning through 15 miles of forest and occasional houses. When people are allowed back in, I’ll want to visit and recall its history and experience the losses directly. From the trajectory of the fire’s movement, I will probably need to repeat the ritual at Butte Lake, which is northeast of Warner and another of my favored places. I have predicted for several years that California would eventually burn almost completely across its forests and mountains, and it’s happening sooner than I expected. Future camping and hiking in unburned areas may need to be approached as I would an elder not expected to live much longer, with deeper than normal appreciation for what has been shared and loved and anticipation that it may not be there next year. When I worked with dying people years ago as a therapist, I considered the experience of anticipatory grief important (when one was fortunate enough to have time left for it), an occasion that allowed a period to honor the past and prepare for a future without the beloved. I can’t know which places will go and when but in the sureness that time will likely take them all eventually, I can’t help thinking (already I do this) that every visit could be my last to an intact locale. Of course, I could die before it does, but that comes to the same thing.</p>
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<p>&#8220;The Dixie Fire has made a significant impact on park viewsheds and the visitor experience. However, fire is an integral part of the ecosystems in this resilient, volcanic landscape. A forest leveled by Lassen Peak eruptions more than 100 years ago and another affected by the 2012 Reading Fire tell the story of nature’s continuous cycle of regeneration and renewal.&#8221; ~ Lassen Volcanic National Park <a href="https://www.nps.gov/lavo/planyourvisit/upload/2021-LAVO-Guide-Post-Fire-1Oct2021.pdf">https://www.nps.gov/lavo/planyourvisit/upload/2021-LAVO-Guide-Post-Fire-1Oct2021.pdf</a></p>
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