HORIZON By Barry Lopez
Back in the mid-1980s, when Barry Lopez published his acclaimed best seller, “Arctic Dreams,” the perils facing the ecosystems, animals and peoples of the Far North stemmed mostly from nature — the basic hardships of existence in a rugged landscape. Signs of looming change were there, but apocalypse wasn’t skulking on the horizon like a rising Arctic sun. Oil exploration and mining were starting to boom, though, bringing an explosion of roads and heavy machinery. Local communities were feeling the impact of that “rude invasion.” Lopez fretted about the region’s future, but concluded that “in behaving respectfully toward all that the land contains, it is possible to imagine a stifling ignorance falling away from us.”
Looking back across the decades, you want to scream to the world to do things differently: Stop dismantling ecosystems, stop burning fossil fuels, start cooperating before everything falls apart. Today, as we watch the cascading impacts of industrial development and climate change transform the Arctic and many other parts of the globe, it’s increasingly possible to imagine the “stifling ignorance” not as a distant memory but as our epitaph.
With a very real environmental and existential crisis at hand, Lopez takes us back to the Arctic, as well as to other far-flung places where he has spent time over the years — searching both memory and meticulously recorded field notes to reconstruct his experiences, mining their accumulated wisdom, seeking glimmers of hope. “Horizon” unfolds over several decades, and many thousands of miles, in six main locations: the Oregon coast, the Canadian Arctic, the Galápagos, Kenya, Australia, the Antarctic. The book is autobiographical but not an autobiography — except to the extent that Lopez’s life of exploration has come to define him. It is his response to his own question: “Having seen so many parts of the world, what had I learned about human menace, human triumph and human failure?”
The answer fills 500 pages that feel at once like a reverie and an urgent appeal. “Horizon” is beautiful and brutal, uplifting and bleak, a story of the universal human condition set in some of the most distinctive places on earth. “We are the darkness,” Lopez writes, “as we are, too, the light.”
Still, wherever Lopez goes, he is never far from a disquisition on humanity’s merciless ways. Rising from his bed one night in the tropical heat of Isla Santa Cruz, in the Galápagos, he walks alone (a frequent habit that makes for some of the book’s best bits) to the beach and watches a group of brown pelicans asleep on the bay. The birds’ vulnerability — “oblivious just now to all that is hidden and potentially threatening in the lightless world we share” — leads his train of thought to Spanish conquistadores releasing vicious dogs on Indians, and from there to the European bankers who underwrote the slave trade in West Africa, and on to the present horrors of Boko Haram. It’s all, ultimately, in the service of pondering the roots of barbarism, and how we ignore the barbarism unfolding in our own society at our peril.
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马会赌经“【算】【数】，【不】【过】，【钱】【财】【我】【如】【意】【轩】【出】，【购】【入】【手】【便】【不】【再】【转】【手】，【过】【到】【沈】【诗】【思】【名】【下】。” “【啊】？【小】【美】【人】，【这】【可】【是】【一】【大】【笔】【银】【子】【啊】…” 【凤】【清】【风】【惊】【了】，【那】【么】【豪】【华】【且】【浩】【大】【的】【船】【队】，【就】【不】【怕】【将】【如】【意】【轩】【给】【掏】【空】【了】？ “【没】【来】【得】【及】【准】【备】【嫁】【妆】，【若】【她】【有】【一】【日】【要】【回】【来】【了】，【便】【能】【派】【上】【用】【场】【了】。” 【这】【嫁】【妆】【添】【的】【可】【真】【是】【够】【大】【手】【笔】【的】！ 【早】【就】【听】【说】
【他】【很】【庆】【幸】【在】【荒】【原】【地】【底】【发】【现】【了】【遗】【迹】，【现】【在】【几】【乎】【各】【个】【势】【力】【主】【都】【眼】【巴】【巴】【的】【盯】【着】【这】【些】【让】【他】【们】【快】【速】【发】【达】【的】【东】【西】，【如】【此】【一】【来】【给】【闪】【金】【镇】【提】【供】【了】【可】【贵】【的】【发】【展】【时】【间】。 【魔】【力】【化】【是】【一】【个】【先】【进】【文】【明】【的】【标】【志】，【是】【一】【个】【旧】【时】【代】【向】【新】【时】【代】【跨】【进】【的】【基】【础】，【不】【仅】【仅】【作】【用】【在】【军】【事】【战】【争】【中】，【更】【是】【能】【够】【方】【便】【普】【通】【生】【灵】【的】【生】【活】，【从】【而】【将】【死】【气】【沉】【沉】【的】【氛】【围】【调】【动】【起】【来】。
【混】【沌】【海】【中】【发】【出】【一】【声】【惨】【叫】，【但】【还】【是】【有】【能】【量】【凝】【成】【的】【巨】【掌】【朝】【这】【边】【抓】【落】【下】【来】。 【针】【剑】【再】【一】【划】，【那】【能】【量】【巨】【掌】【就】【被】【撕】【裂】，【炽】【光】【陡】【然】【一】【绽】，【不】【足】【零】【点】【一】【秒】【就】【消】【逝】。 【那】【半】【人】【半】【蛇】【的】【身】【影】【急】【速】【倒】【掠】，【又】【惊】【又】【怒】：“【你】【怎】【么】，【怎】【么】【可】【能】【伤】【到】【本】【尊】？” 【却】【见】【那】【人】【身】【上】【的】【黑】【袍】【被】【划】【出】【一】【道】【豁】【口】，【就】【在】【胸】【口】【的】【部】【位】，【神】【血】【从】【中】【渗】【涌】【而】【出】，【散】
“【所】【以】，【送】【信】【的】【那】【个】【人】，【必】【死】【无】【疑】？” 【李】【婉】【蓉】【的】【心】，【比】【她】【想】【的】【要】【狠】。 “【嗯】。” 【上】【官】【野】【的】【眼】，【在】【黑】【夜】【里】【眯】【了】【眯】，【他】【当】【年】【怎】【么】【就】【这】【么】【没】【看】【清】，【是】【他】【太】【自】【信】，【还】【是】【李】【婉】【蓉】【隐】【藏】【得】【太】【深】？ “【对】【了】！” 【苏】【秦】【语】【气】【有】【些】【激】【动】，【伸】【手】【拍】【向】【上】【官】【野】【的】【手】【臂】，“【李】【欢】【颜】【的】【奶】【娘】！” 【安】【安】【走】【的】【时】【候】，【孑】【然】【一】【身】，【那】【么】马会赌经【这】【样】【子】，【宝】【莲】【灯】【世】【界】【的】【剧】【情】【算】【是】【结】【束】【了】。 【方】【墨】【去】【全】【程】【推】【动】【了】【剧】【情】【的】【发】【展】，【虽】【然】【用】【了】【几】【年】，【但】【是】，【无】【伤】【大】【雅】，【毕】【竟】，【变】【强】【需】【要】【一】【个】【过】【程】，【不】【可】【能】【一】【蹴】【而】【就】。 【而】【在】【这】【一】【切】【之】【上】，【真】【正】【能】【让】【强】【者】【很】【强】【的】，【还】【是】【一】【颗】【强】【者】【的】【心】。 【佛】【门】，【经】【过】【两】【位】【佛】【门】【圣】【人】【出】【手】，【已】【经】【大】【变】【了】【样】。 【本】【来】【的】【小】【乘】【佛】【教】，【已】【经】【不】【复】【存】【在】
【与】【此】【同】【时】，【一】【艘】【正】【在】【飞】【往】【西】【南】【联】【邦】【首】【都】【行】【政】【星】【的】【星】【舰】【中】。 【长】【孙】【宏】【三】【维】【立】【体】【的】【投】【影】【正】【站】【在】【柔】【和】【的】【灯】【光】【下】，【慈】【爱】【的】【目】【光】【着】【看】【着】【自】【己】【那】【位】【脸】【上】【极】【少】【出】【现】【情】【绪】【化】【但】【现】【在】【却】【是】【怒】【容】【满】【面】【的】【女】【儿】，【微】【笑】【道】：“【怎】【么】？【翘】【家】【出】【走】【的】【少】【女】【还】【在】【生】【爸】【爸】【的】【气】【吗】？” “【有】【谁】【敢】【生】【军】【令】【一】【下】，【数】【以】【千】【万】【联】【邦】【之】【军】【尽】【皆】【肃】【然】【名】【满】【星】【空】【长】【孙】【上】
【甚】【至】【于】【懒】【得】【解】【释】，【直】【接】【将】【目】【光】【落】【在】【了】【洛】【倾】【尘】【身】【上】【道】：“【现】【在】【怎】【么】【办】？【小】【少】【爷】【的】【存】【在】【不】【能】【让】【任】【何】【人】【知】【道】，【否】【则】【那】【才】【是】【真】【正】【危】【险】【的】【降】【临】，【你】【觉】【得】【他】【会】【去】【哪】【里】？” 【从】【知】【道】【念】【安】【不】【见】【的】【那】【一】【刻】【起】，【洛】【倾】【尘】【就】【一】【直】【在】【想】【他】【究】【竟】【会】【去】【哪】【里】。 【直】【到】【这】【一】【刻】，【她】【突】【然】【之】【间】【想】【明】【白】【了】。 “【我】【知】【道】【了】。” “【哪】……【哪】【里】？”
“【但】【是】【蒋】【衾】【姐】，【我】【之】【前】【听】【说】，【她】【会】【来】。”【丁】【琪】【突】【然】【压】【低】【了】【声】【音】，【小】【心】【翼】【翼】【道】。 【我】【有】【点】【奇】【怪】：“【她】【是】【谁】？” “【就】【是】，【那】【个】【组】【织】【者】。”【她】【说】【的】【很】【小】【心】，【仿】【佛】【会】【被】【发】【现】【似】【的】。 【原】【来】【是】【陈】【妍】：“【她】【会】【来】？” “【她】【好】【像】【有】【点】【背】【景】，【每】【次】【南】【南】【哥】【的】【活】【动】【她】【总】【能】【拿】【到】【票】，【有】【的】【时】【候】【还】【会】【带】【拍】【的】【好】【又】【听】【话】【的】【女】【孩】【子】【跟】【她】【一】
(来源：何道全)
