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Explore the Amazing Bond Between Humans and Animals
“Turtles have been a part of earth’s natural balance for hundreds of millions of years…In this passionate, shining work, Yun Rou champions their cause and indicts our self-destructive relationship with Mother Earth." —William Holmstrom, Wildlife Conservation Society
#1 New Release in Biology of Reptiles & Amphibians and Taoism
Turtle lover and Daoist Monk Yun Rou shares a beautiful depiction of the wonders of the world—and a powerful plea for preserving our planet—in this fictional philosophical tale.
Turtle Planet, a unique work of philosophical fact and fiction by ordained Daoist Monk Yun Rou, explores the wonders and suffering of the natural world through the eyes of eighteen exotic turtles. This beautifully written book deeply explores the intimate bond between humans and animals?the wisdom they teach us, the wounds they can heal, and the role we play in their destruction.
A call for environmental conservation and political and social justice. Daoist Monk Yun Rou received his academic education at Yale, Cornell, and the University of California and was ordained a Daoist monk at the Chun Yang (Pure Yang) Taoist Temple in Guangzhou, China. Drawing on fifty years of loving and husbanding turtles, from the car-sized giant Leatherback turtle to the Central Asian tortoise, Monk Yun Rou sounds the alarm of what climate change, global extinction, human intervention, and environmental devastation really mean to their worlds and to ours.
See the world through the eyes of turtles. An informational glossary and description of each turtle at the end of the book is provided as a bonus gift to readers.
If you have read and learned from books such as H is for Hawk, The Soul of an Octopus, or Ishmael; you will be moved by Turtle Planet, a must for any reader who loves nature, cherishes animals, and celebrates ideas. Also read Monk Yun Rou’s Mad Monk Manifesto.
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There is something quintessentially earthy about turtles. Perhaps it is that they are low and slow, although some can move quicker than we can; perhaps it is because they are generally silent, though some are quite vocal in love; perhaps it is because they are at once enduring and helpless, strong and weak, flighty and fierce, exploited but unknown. Perhaps it is that individually they live longer than we do and are therefore capable of perceiving the foolish foibles of each of our lives, though maybe it is more because, as a group, they arose before our own tree-shrew forebears, bore witness to the rise and fall of dinosaurs, and thus see our species in a geologic context we will never comprehend.
Turtles sometimes embody wisdom in literature, cartoons, television, and film; a wisdom born of both longevity and suffering. I look at them with both admiration and compassion, the first for their dogged, determined persistence, the second for their plight. Most folks don’t look to them at all. Rather, they unthinkingly destroy their habitats, eat them in soup, grind them into potions, drown them in fishing nets, and even purposely run them over on the road. It is the fact that most people will not even pause to dignify turtles with a glance that makes these denizens of Earth’s dark and unknown spaces such a perfect symbol of our dubious relationship with Nature.
Turtles entered my life when I was nine years old, and never left. I saw early on how a turtle in a pond or stream or river or sea could break water, take in what is going on above the surface, and then dive back down to a secret, unknown, but fundamental world that human beings would never know. I envied them that ability, which for humans requires discipline, devotion, effort, and qualified guidance through esoteric waters, but for turtles comes naturally and with neither stress nor strain. I became fascinated with them. They connected me to nature at a time when I lived in an apartment building in a concrete jungle whose only trees were planted in ordered rows and whose clouds were mostly punctured by the radio antennae on top of skyscrapers.
Some of the species of turtles I knew as a child growing up in a Manhattan apartment are now functionally extinct, and even those that persist are hardly common in the wild. At the time of this writing, turtles as a group are the most critically endangered of all vertebrates. Early on, I had no idea of the threat they were under and no sense of contributing to their demise by participating in a pet trade that mortally drained wild populations. I simply wanted to be with them, to feed them, change the dirty water in their tanks, and see them blink in evident pleasure at their renewed world, fresh, clean, and clear. I wanted to watch them chase crickets, devour earthworms, suck down fish by making a vacuum cleaner of their throats, scoot joyfully through the water, stick periscope-like noses up for a breath of air, then retreat again to hide under aquarium gravel. In tending to them, I partook in a respectful, natural exchange of energy with the panoply of nature’s other sentient beings. Now, after more than 50 years of working with individual turtles representing a third of Earth’s extant species, I’m stunned how many have been lost and how precarious is the position of the few that remain.
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