...as dreams are essential to the psyche, so wildness is to life.
We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for
pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud. More. We are animal
not only in body but in spirit. Our minds are the minds of wild animals.
Artists, who remember their wildness better than most, are animal
artists, lifting their heads to sniff a quick wild scent in the air, and
they know it unmistakably, they know the tug of wildness to be followed
through your life is buckled by that strange and absolute obedience.
('You must have chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star,'
wrote Nietzsche.) Children know it as magic and timeless play. Shamans
of all sorts and inveterate misbehavers know it; those who cannot
trammel themselves into a sensible job and life in the suburbs know it.
What is wild cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or copied. It is.
Unmistakeable, unforgettable, unshamable, elemental as earth and ice,
water, fire and air, a quintessence, pure spirit, resolving into no
constituents. Don't waste your wildness: it is precious and necessary.
Jay Griffiths, Wild: An Elemental Journey
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