Sublime

It’s hard to think of something more anciently enchanting and connected than having a wild bird as a guide. Unlike modern men who have been taught to live in competition, Renias lives in profound relation with his surroundings. He knows how to hunt warthogs when they burrow in termite mounds and how to cook a tortoise. In some ways Ren is more in t

As Christopher McDougall describes our ancestors in his book Born to Run, running was hardwired in such a way that it was indispensable to survival:

Using notes from Captain Frederick Bailey, a British secret agent who’d stumbled across a hidden valley in Tibet in the 1930s while reconnoitering with rebel groups in Asia, Fisher helped locate the fabled Kintup Falls, a thundering cascade that conceals the entrance to the deepest canyon on the planet. From there, Fisher moled his way into lost wo

As his collar indicated, 10 was indeed dead. He had been shot by a local man named Chad McKittrick, who, after being arrested and charged with a federal offense for shooting an endangered animal, claimed he had thought he was shooting a feral dog. It wasn’t the perfect crime; a friend of McKittrick’s had disposed of 10’s collar in a culvert filled

a judgmental science that categorized and ranked some humans as biologically better than others.

“Heathen savages,” Daly muttered. “They’re like animals. They’re all cannibals.” “These aren’t,” Doro said, “though some of their neighbors are.” “All of them,” Daly insisted. “Just give them the chance.” Doro smiled. “Well, no doubt the missionaries will reach them eventually and teach them to practice only symbolic cannibalism.”

In him the animal man chiefly was developed. In physical endurance and contentment he was cousin to the pine and the rock. I asked him once if he was