We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.
People protect what they love.
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.
The sea has neither meaning nor pity.