In a very similar manner, the author coerces the readers to feel the unmitigated grief he feels for the loss of these ecological systems, for these natural beauty, “…and yet here it was, dead. Desolation filled him. It pressed inside him, slowing him down, buffeting him from inside, making him stumble. Not the Sierra.” Therefore, as we can see, by sympathizing with the fictional characters of these stories, perhaps even the author himself, we feel the intimate relationship between human beings and nature and learn to recognize nature as an existing life who needs saving, instead of inanimate
In a very similar manner, the author coerces the readers to feel the unmitigated grief he feels for the loss of these ecological systems, for these natural beauty, “…and yet here it was, dead. Desolation filled him. It pressed inside him, slowing him down, buffeting him from inside, making him stumble. Not the Sierra.” Therefore, as we can see, by sympathizing with the fictional characters of these stories, perhaps even the author himself, we feel the intimate relationship between human beings and nature and learn to recognize nature as an existing life who needs saving, instead of inanimate