Edward Abbey: Western Philosopher, or How to be a “Happy Hopi Hippie”

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“W hat in God’s name do you think you’re doing here? What do you rea lly want to do anyway?” “Really want to do,” Gatlin repeats softly, still gazing out over the forest. Toward the desert. A pause. “Stare at the sun,” he says. “What?” “Stare it down.” Ballantine sighs. “Will, you’re crazy.” “Stare it out,” says Gatlin smiling. “Stand on this tower and stare at the sun until it goes . . . black.”2