It is a kind of church, back in these last cores. It may not be your church -- this last one percent of the West - but it is mine, and I am asking unashamedly to be allowed to continue worshipping the miracle of the planet, and the worship of a natural system not yet touched, never touched by the machines of man. A place with the residue of God - the scent, feel, sight, taste, and sound of God - forever fresh upon it