“So draws to a close the country year. It is late at night, and musing here alone in the kitchen of the farm, my papers and pencils spread about on the table under the peaceful light, I venture to set down a statement of a country man's unchanged belief.
What has come over our age is an alienation from Nature unexampled in human history. It has cost us our sense of reality and all but cost us our humanity... [M]an has almost ceased to be man. Torn from earth and unaware, having neither the inheritance and awareness of man nor the other sureness and integrity of the animal, we have become vagrants in space...
True humanity is no inherent and abstract right but an achievement, and only through the fullness of human experience may we be as one with all who have been and all who are yet to be, sharers and brethren and partakers of the mystery of living reaching to the full of human peace and the full of human joy.”
- Henry Beston, Northern Farm, 1948