A few years ago, the environmental journalist Paul Hawken challenged students from the University of Portland with a thought experiment:
Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead the stars come out every night, and we watch television.
Re: Freston's book -- I was amused by the cover blurb provided by U2's Bono:
Kathy Freston writes so beautifully and convincingly that even this most carnivorous of rock stars finds himself staring at his bleeding protein with new eyes.
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