"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.
