I’LL NEVER GET what I most want in the world. I’ll never even come close. What I want more than anything is to live in a world not being killed. I want to live in a world with more wild salmon every year than the year before. More migratory songbirds. More blue whales, slender salamanders, red-legged frogs. More prairies, canebrakes, native forests, beds of sea grass. I want to live in a world with less dioxin in every human and nonhuman mother’s breast milk, a world with fewer dams each year than the year before. I’ll never live in that world. I’ll never know what it’s like to live in a world with more butterflies each year, where each year frog songs get louder, flocks of birds get larger, as do herds of bison, herds of elephants. A world where seeing a tiger or wolf or marten or hawk or eagle or condor is not remarkable in the slightest. I’ll never see that world. I’ll never know that security, that homecoming.

I WANT TO LIVE in a world where nonhumans—animals, plants, fungi, rivers, stones, mountains, forests, lakes, oceans, ice caps—aren’t perceived as resources, backdrops, impediments, or pests, but rather as other beings, ones whose lives are as valuable to them as yours is to you and mine is to me. That world is far enough in the future that, if it comes to be, I won’t live long enough to see it. Nor will any of us who are alive today.

None of us alive now will ever even gain the gift given to Moses: a glimpse of the Promised Land. We will never know whether we’re going to make it, or whether this culture of war on the natural world will continue to grind away until nothing is left but ashes and dust. We will never know what it’s like to live in a world not grievously wounded.
Beyond Civilization — by Derrick Jensen

https://orionmagazine.org/article/beyond-civilization/