As crude a weapon as a cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is …

For all at last returns to the sea - to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the everflowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.

For each of us, as for the robin in Michigan or the Salmon in the Miramichi, this is a problem of ecology, of interrelationships, of interdependence. We poison…