I read these below lines long back and found recently, these lines have evoked a lot of thoughts within me.
The trouble with abstract thought is that the concepts we play within our minds often become preferred to the real upon which these concepts were originally based. As soon as we draw a picture, or take a photograph, of a bird we often no longer care whether the bird continues to exist. The picture is, in our visual society, superior to the chirping bird. This trait of our world-view leads to a despairing and paradoxical situation where our cultural storehouse of symbols, imagery, art, and concepts increases in direct proportion to the death of our planet, living beings, other worldviews, beautiful landscapes, etc.
