“ I'm out in the prime cut of the big green.
Behind me is Ed and Rowdy, members
of an up-and-coming subadult gang.
They're challenging
everything, including Me.
Goes with The Territory.
If I show Weakness, if I retreat,
I may be hurt, I may be killed.
I must hold my own if I'm
gonna stay within This Land.
For once there
is Weakness,
They will exploit it,
They will take me out,
They will decapitate me,
They will chop me into
bits and pieces. I'm dead.
But so far,
I persevere.
Persevere.
Most times I'm
A Kind Warrior
out here.
Most times, I am gentle,
I am like a flower, I'm like...
I'm like a fly on the wall,
observing, noncommittal,
noninvasive in any way.
Occasionally I am challenged.
And in that case, The Kind Warrior
must, must, must become A Samurai.
Must become so,
so formidable, so
fearless of death,
so strong that
he will win,
he will win.
Even The Bears will believe
that you are more powerful.
And in a sense you must be
more powerful if you are to
survive in This Land
with The Bear.
No one knew that.
No one ever friggin' knew
that there are times when
my life is on the
precipice of death and
that these bears can
bite, they can kill.
And if I am Weak, I go down.
I love them with all my heart.
I will protect them.
I will die for them, but
I will not die at their
claws and paws.
I will fight.
I will be strong.
I'll be One of Them.
I will be... The Master.
But still A Kind Warrior.
Love you, Rowdy.
Give it to me, baby.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
I can smell Death all
over my fingers --”
— Timothy Treadwell
“ Here, I differ with Treadwell.
He seemed to ignore
The Fact that in Nature
There are predators.
I Believe The Common Denominator
of The Universe is not Harmony, but
Chaos, Hostility, and Murder.”
— Werner Herzog
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