WE DON'T HAVE to tell the seeds of the bristlecone
pine what to do. We give them a chance. Or God does. Or Whom
It May Concern does. Now, I'm not about to tell a bristlecone,
or for that matter, a western swallowtail, a condor, or a redwood
what to do. . . . They know. . . . We have no right to drive
these miracles off the Earth.
