At some point, one asks, "Toward what end is my life lived?" A
great freedom comes from being able to answer that question. A sleeper
can be decoyed out of bed by the sheer beauty of dawn on the open seas.
Part of my job, as I see it, is to allow that to happen. Sleepers like
me need at some point to rise and take their turn on morning watch for
the sake of the planet, but also for their own sake, for the enrichment
of their lives. From the deserts of Namibia to the razor-backed
Himalayas, there are wonderful creatures that have roamed the Earth much
longer than we, creatures that not only are worthy of our respect but
could teach us about ourselves. Diane Ackerman, The Rarest of the Rare: Vanishing Animals, Timeless Worlds
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