Eiseley was a man who felt the heart of nature, and through his writing encourages us to feel it, too. He shows, with eloquence of the highest order, that it is possible to empathize and identify with nature in a way that upends conventional views of personal identity, and even of what it means to be human. Unfortunately, his intimate observations—of playful foxes, birds in love, and more—drive home the point that many human uses of animals, from industrial agriculture to zoos, are crimes which, if only we could see clearly, are about as bad as the worst acts humans commit upon one another (and which we rightly abhor).
His tombstone, shared with his wife, reads, “We loved the earth but could not stay.” Sadly, it may be better that Eiseley is not around today to see what a mess we are making of his beloved world.
Some good quotes:
The world, I have come to believe, is a queer place, but we have been part of this queerness for so long that we tend to take it for granted.
As adults, we are preoccupied with living. As a consequence, we see little.
Without knowledge of the past, the way into the thickets of the future is desperate and unclear.
The evolutionists, piercing beneath the show of momentary stability, discovered, hidden in rudimentary organs, the discarded rubbish of the past. They detected the reptile under the lifted feathers of the bird, the lost terrestrial limbs dwindling beneath the blubber of the giant cetaceans. They saw life rushing outward from an unknown center, just as today the astronomer senses the galaxies fleeing into the infinity of darkness. As the spinning galactic clouds hurl starts and worlds across the night, so life, equally impelled by the centrifugal powers lurking in the germ cell, scatters the splintered radiance of consciousness and sends it prowling and contending through the thickets of the world.
It is the reductionist who, too frequently, would claim that the end justifies the means, who would assert reason as his defense and let that mysterium which guards man's moral nature fall away in indifference, a phantom without reality.