When man becomes greater than nature, nature, which gave us birth, will respond.
Loren EiseleyTags: science
And there was no longer a single race who bred blindly and without question. Time and its agonizing nostalgia would touch the heart each season, and be seen in the fall of a leaf, or, most terrible of all, a loved face would grow old. Cronos and the Fates had entered man's thinking, and try to escape as he might, he would endure an interior Ice Age. He would make, and then unmake fables. Then at last, and unwillingly, comprehend an intangible abstraction called space-time, and shiver inwardly at the endless abysses of space as he had once shivered, unclothed and unlighted before the Earthly frost.
Loren EiseleyOnce in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort.
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You have probably never experienced in yourself the meandering roots of a whole watershed or felt your outstretched fingers touching, by some clairvoyant extension, the brooks of snow-line glaciers at the same time you were flowing toward the Gulf over the eroded debris of worn-down mountains.
The truth is, however, that there is nothing very “normal” about nature. Once upon a time there were no flowers at all.
Loren EiseleyIt was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth’s first midnight.
Loren Eiseley...our heads, the little globes which hold the midnight sky and the shining, invisible universes of thought, have been taken about as much for granted as the growth of a yellow pumpkin in the fall.
Loren EiseleyThe iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.
Loren Eiseley...on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird.
Loren Eiseley...but there is every reason to think that the bulging cortex which would later measure stars and ice ages was still a dim, impoverished region in a skull box whose capacity was no greater than that of great apes.
Loren EiseleyThe secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.
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