Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
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It is estimated that one-third of all reef-building corals, a third of all fresh-water mollusks, a third of sharks and rays, a quarter of all mammals, a fifth of all reptiles, and a sixth of all birds are headed toward oblivion. The losses are occurring all over: in the South Pacific and in the North Atlantic, in the Arctic and the Sahel, in lakes and on islands, on mountaintops and in valleys.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the alarming decline of various species across different ecosystems due to environmental threats.
Elizabeth Kolbert's quote serves as a stark reminder of the ongoing biodiversity crisis affecting countless species around the globe. By illustrating the specific percentages of various groups headed toward extinction, she emphasizes the urgency of addressing environmental degradation and conservation efforts to preserve our planet's wildlife and ecosystems.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of environmental conservation.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
The sad thing about destroying the environment is that we're going to take the rest of life with us. The bluebirds will be gone, and the elephants will be gone, and the tigers will be gone, and the pandas will be gone.
And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.
When you're on one of the Caribbean islands, sometimes it's hard to picture how they fit in with the rest, but when you see them all joined together like a necklace from space, you see the natural geographic connectedness of them all.
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.
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