Quotation of the Month: Edward Abbey

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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May
your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May
your rivers flow without end, meandering through
pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples
and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval
forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through
miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a
desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles
and grottos of endless stone, and down again into
a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of
sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across
the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as
lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something
strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder
than your deepest dreams waits for you–beyond that
next turn of the canyon walls.

–Edward Abbey, “Benediction”