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To: Crocodile who wrote (39680)	10/15/1999 11:52:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

I don't think the average faller would take to our analysis, or welcome it, but it is a curious phenomena. I had a sort of "waking dream" (boy, that sounds silly) about the relative "position" of the guys who go out in the woods and cut them trees, at one time when I was thinking about it; what makes us do it. It's a little like whaling, too. Sure, these "harvests" have their practical side. But it's also about sex and "god concept" too. I think it's hard to explain, but you seem to "get it" real well. How many loggers are women? Almost, almost, none. I have NEVER met one. Never seen a woman driving a log truck, altho women truckers are pretty common. Or working the chains in a mill. It's also a big part of the positive spirit of things, this bit of "can-do." Crap, they really can. But they are certainly now "desperate" to cut the very last old growth, the last speck, the virtual microcosm of what remains; to lay their chains against anything that has lived that long. And, thanks to Clinton, they're still doing it, to the last of the mighty trees. Instead of kinship, they want em down. Down and milled. The old growth trees are "the clearest," the most resolute. The purest. It's like bringing "religion" to them. Imposing religion on savages. Which they can do, to trees, without restriction. Unhindered. Un-understood. A sort of puritanical and Ancient Greek phenomena. It's also a bit combative; proving your point. Killing and transforming the enemy is a creative sensation, in the male mind. A god-like sensation. Buncha fruitcakes. :o)