“ 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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