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The greening of the desert means sowing seeds in people's hearts and creating a green paradise of peace on earth.
The tropical rain forests are a telling example. Once cut down, they rarely recover. Rainfall drops, deserts spread, the climate warms.
You can't fight the desert ... you have to ride with it.
I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the land. A magic continent, a Peculiar Treasure, stuffed with riches, millions in it are starving in the midst of plenty.
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
The average yard is both an ecological and agricultural desert. The prime offender is short-mown grass, which offers no habitat and nothing for people except a place to sit, yet sucks down far more water and chemicals than a comparable amount of farmland.
Give a man secure possession of a bleak rock, and he will turn it into a garden; give him nine years' lease of a garden, and he will convert it into a desert.
We will continue talking about the beauty of the deserts as long as the forests exist on Earth! But when the last forest is gone, no beauty of deserts will remain too!
If this were so; if the desert were 'home'; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal's imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.
The knowledge that refuge is available, when and if needed, makes the silent inferno of the desert more easily bearable. Mountains complement desert as desert complements city, as wilderness complements and completes civilization.
With wrong farming methods, we turn fertile land into desert. Unless we go back to organic farming and save the soil, there is no future.
The desert sky is encircling, majestic, terrible.
Although the vast country which we have been describing was inhabited by many indigenous tribes, it may justly be said at the time of its discovery by Europeans to have formed one great desert. The Indians occupied without possessing it.
I think there are changes in the environment. There are a lot of items to contribute to it.
This suggests that Palestine already had begun to suffer the soil erosion that during the centuries of Arab cultivation reduced it from the one-time land of milk and honey to a stony goat pasture. Saewulf
resacas have all gone dry. The entire earth, it seems, is being slowly transformed into
Land is not merely soil, it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants and animals.
It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself.
The eternal silence of the great white desert. Cloudy columns of snow drift advancing from the south, pale yellow wraiths, heralding the coming storm, blotting out one by one the sharp-cut lines of the land.
I am convinced now that the desert has no heart, that it presents a riddle which has no answer, and that the riddle itself is an illusion created by some limitation or exaggeration of the displaced human consciousness.
The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.
Ours is thus a realism of lush and leafy spaces rather than deserts, with science regularly revealing new thickets of canopy. Anyone is welcome to go on sharing Quine's aesthetic appreciation of deserts, but we think the facts now suggest that we must reconcile ourselves to life in the rainforest.
Long before I ever saw the desert I was aware of the mystical overtones which the observation of nature made audible to me. But I have never been more frequently or more vividly aware of them than in connection with the desert phenomena.
The desert was held in a crazed communism by which Nature and the elements were for the free use of every known friendly person for his own purposes and no more.
Changes to weather patterns that move crop production areas around - we'll adapt to that. It's an engineering problem, and it has engineering solutions.
The desert became grim, dark and foreboding. A silence of death lay over the land, and it seemed as though the very stars held their breath and twinkled no more.
Slowly the wasters and despoilers are impoverishing our land, our nature, and our beauty, so that there will not be one beach, one hill, one lane, one meadow, one forest free from the debris of man and the stigma of his improvidence.
[W]andering creates the desert.
Did the world always mete out just deserts?
If you look at it ecologically, deforestation is high on the list of things which bring devastation. You cut down trees to build homes, for fuel, and you end up with no trees left, and you have to move on. If you take the earth as a whole, eventually there's nowhere to move on to.
The desert always feels like a complete waste of time. It is only when we are able to look back that our desert experiences make sense.
Growth is a revolt against natural degradation.
The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.
If you want water, do not go to desert...
The landscape which, a few weeks earlier, had been blotted out by dust was now hazy with moisture.
The high desert has an effect on people. The place has a way of swallowing you up.
Long ago Mars was an oasis of running water.Today the Martiansurfaceis a sterile,barren desert. Here on Earth, who knows what climactic knobs we unwittingly turn,which might one day render Earth as dry and lifeless as Mars. (From the cover of Old Poison by Joan Francis)
But the desert offers something that no forest brook or valley ever can: distance. A
The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon itself. As if in its ultimate granulation the world sought some stay against its own eternal wheeling.
I am not a collector of deserts!
Resources on the planet are limited, and limited resources can come to an end. But there are also a lot of resources that are renewable. A lot of land, for example, can be reclaimed from the encroaching deserts.
The desert, more than anything else, opens the human mind to observation, meditation, and initiation into meaning.
The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return ... Those who don't return become a part of the clouds, a part of the animals that hide in the ravines and of the water that comes from the earth. They become part of everything ... They become the Soul of the World.
Shadows of deserts are as beautiful as the shining lights on the surface of oceans!
Africa is the most weathered continent in the world; 75 percent of its soil has been degraded. You don't just bring that back. I always like to say it's like putting an oxygen mask on a cadaver; it just isn't going to work.
You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.
It wont be long now it wont be long man is making deserts of the earth it wont be long now before man will have used it up so that nothing but ants and centipedes and scorpions can find a living on it.
Once land gets in a state, once it begins to deteriorate, it is hard to reverse the process. Land falls sick just like people - that's the whole tragedy of our time.
Perhaps reluctantly we come to acknowledge that there are also scars which mark the surface of our Earth-erosion, deforestation, the squandering of the world's mineral and ocean resources in order to fuel an insatiable consumption.
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
It's in the nature of the landscape to change, and it's in the nature of people to help the process along...
The winds of the desert have names. They feed on the bodies of broken children and rip out the beating hearts of men.
There came over me a terrifying sense of understanding about the meaning and the pathetic destiny of men. The desert was always there, a patient white animal, waiting for men to die, for civilizations to flicker and pass into the darkness.
In the desert, the two primary elements are stone and water. Stone comes in abundance, exposed by weathering and a lack of vegetation. It is a canvas. Water crosses this stone with such rarity and ferocity that it tells all of its secrets in the shapes left behind.
The debris of civilization litters the landscapes and spoils the beaches. Conservation's concerns now is not only for man's enjoyment-but for man's survival.
People came to the desert because the stars were in the desert, and the stars had yet to be corrupted by man ... The stars, it seemed, would crush man in a scenic, gravitational panorama before man would ever corrupt the stars.
From year to year, environmental changes are incremental and often barely register in our lives, but from evolutionary or geological perspectives, what is happening is explosive change.
Life could not change the sun or water the desert, so it changed itself.
Dense overgrown forests and rangelands have grown like a cancer. They need to be treated.
The Sahara is Africa's great divide.
To see rich land eaten away by erosion, to stand by as continual cultivation on sloping fields wears away the best soil, is enough to make a good farmer sick at heart.
One of the major problems is what we do to the soil, the air, the water and everything, we take in our food.
The desert is a capricious lady, and sometimes she drives men crazy.
Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
You know, the environment is fragmenting, and the environment is, in many places, absolutely hideous!
But men are cutting down the trees without replacing them. For every tree that's felled, we must plant two. Otherwise, one day there'll be no forests at all, and the world will become one great desert.
As a matter of fact, an ordinary desert supports a much greater variety of plants than does either a forest or a prairie.
Zimbabwe, once the breadbasket of Africa, is now its dust bowl.
Too many rocks in the mountains.
The practices we now call conservation are, to a large extent, local alleviations of biotic pain. They are necessary, but they must not be confused with cures. The art of land doctoring is being practiced with vigor, but the science of land health is yet to be born.
Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
Dangerous climate change ... It's important not to be alarmist but it is very important to be alarmed
Magic of the shadows can best be seen in the deserts.
The secret of landscapes isn't creation ... It's maintenance.
Rather than think about fields producing food, and the rest of the land producing everything else, we need to think about managing integrated, multifunctional, landscapes
I love the desert and its incomparable sense of space.
I cannot imagine my hometown without forests, and I cannot imagine the earth turned into a desert.
Give a man the secure possession of bleak rocks," Arthur Young said in Travels in 1787, "and he will turn it into a garden; give him nine years of lease of a garden, and he will convert it to a desert ...
Leis go brown, tectonic plates shift, deep currents move, islands vanish, rooms get forgotten.
We imbue deserts and the tundra with menace because nothing, or little, grows there.
Even in the most barren wasteland, a flower always grows. Recognize this, and learn to adapt to your surroundings.
-Dr. Bryce Haynes (planetary ecologist assigned to study Duneworld)
THE mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
A spiritual desert is spreading - an interior emptiness, an unnamed fear, a quiet sense of despair.
A desert is a place without expectation.
In a world of growing food demand, Africa is home to two-thirds of the world's unexploited arable land.
People say the desert is desolate. Yet for me it's very much alive, full of surprises. As soon as I see those wide-open spaces, I can breathe,
A desert's a stupid place to put a river.
The logical extension of a burgeoning population and urbanization is the conversion of open spaces into paved ground. This has resulted in flooding of cities as well as water scarcity due to groundwater depletion and the lack of rainwater harvesting.
The worse the country, the more tortured it is by water and wind, the more broken and carved, the more it attracts fossil hunters, who depend on the planet to open itself to us. We can only scratch away at what natural forces have brought to the surface.
Because if you are fragmented and uncertain it is terrifying to find the boundaries of yourself melt. Survival in a desert, then, requires that you lose this fragmentation, and fast. It is not a mystical experience, or rather, it is dangerous to attach these sorts of words to it.
The climate is changing. This year we have come to understand this when we faced events that resulted in fires.
A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.
The desert is hot and boring, I'm sorry but that's pretty much all there is to it. It's also sandy, but rocks are essentially dull things and breaking them up into really small pieces doesn't improve matters.
They are again in the dirt in the desert
Its funny how human beings tend to think that they're the masters of the earth never realizing that the earth, for a time, simply tolerates its tenants and then, when the mood strikes, it shifts its continents around.
This was the desert, everything all at once, whether it was needed or not. What survived had learned to save, live carefully, and keep a low profile, even appear to be dead for long periods. Perseverance and patience.
No part of the world can be truly understood without a knowledge of its garment of vegetation, for this determines not only the nature of the animal inhabitants but also the occupations of the majority of human beings.
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself.
Energy, like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, will remove mountains.
Now the stream of our common consciousness seems to be obliterating its own banks, losing its central direction and purpose, flooding the lowlands, disconnecting and isolating the highlands and to no particular purpose other than the wasteful fulfillment of its own internal momentum