There is something to be said. A misunderstood assessment when presented in terms of wildlife but it bears repetition; there is something to be said. At the start of everyday for the past two thousand years an average of one person has gone out into the wilderness to see the wild. They have gone out as hunters to find food, as explorers to find beauty, as photographers to keep it and in this last century as exploiters to destroy it. But in all that time there was one notion that never changed. The hunter saw the wilderness as never ending. He believed he could intertwine his bows and arrows with the spirits of the forest and not one of them need diminish. It was a vast world that they walked into, a vast wilderness that was bound to outlive the hunter. But not so, not anymore!
Over the past decades the hunter has lost his manner with the bows and the arrows and instead turned his ability into sport. The respect of the two masters is gone and one seeks only the annihilation of the other, although unwittingly. In our homeland, Kenya, the very things that give the wilderness its voice are being silenced. Elephant herds, Lion prides and even the sound of running gazelles will all be lost. There will be silence in a place that once dominated the world. The only true noise of the wilderness will be left to the birds and the writers. This page will be the only sense left in the world that lions existed. That elephants knew how to run and speak with one another. That leopards climbed the trees or that cheetah’s could outrun everything else.
It is something that has been repeated to a point of lunacy. There are quotes from great philosophers on the matter. Albert Einstein brings it out perfectly by summing it all as insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. In this case let us coin it as lunacy: saying the same thing over and over again and expecting people to listen. Luckily, the world, or some enlightened part of it, has started listening and has banding up to do something different. They are forming conferences, putting up fences and risking themselves for the lives of just one part of this vast wilderness. And that is why a joint team worked together to free Zebras in our country. That is also why, there are people seating over computers and arguing over the issue again and again despite the identified sequel.
So what truly bears repetition? As I stated earlier, this will be the only noise left in the wilderness. The writings. If we are too late! If the wilderness does decay into an infestation of brick house, golf courses and estates, then there is something else we must do. Once all the sounds of the wilderness are gone. Once the birds stop singing and all the creatures are nothing more than mere zoo-imitations of their former glory, we can still give the wild a voice. Nothing ever truly disappears if we learn about it and hear about and can read about it. There is still a voice of the wilderness that we can preserve.
The explorers had it right the first time. They went out to see the beauty and while they did it, they wrote stories and shared all they knew. One of them recorded a whale singing and it was so touching that no one could allow the hunt to continue. There is still a lot to learn about the wild and there must be people to teach it. When they share with the world all they heard and all they saw, it will be the noise of the wilderness. It is a noise that will cause people to be amazed once again and cherish it. There is still something to be said about every creature that walks, there are stories, legends, sounds, moods, and characters that can fill the pages of any novel. It is the time to preserve the beauty of the world and inspire others with what that beauty really is. When that happens, no one would want a pointless ivory piece when an elephant can trumpet at the sun.
To preserve the world it seems, we have to share it. To write all the wonders that exist and tell stories of everything we meet. And if the wilderness does disappear, at least the sounds of our pages will inspire new generations to cherish the wild. They will want nothing more but to preserve it. I have never seen a whale or heard its sound, but, I read a book about them and therefore I love that they exist among us.