This sweet virginal primitive land will metaphorically breathe a sigh of relief --like a whisper of

This sweet virginal primitive land will metaphorically breathe a sigh of relief --like a whisper of wind--when we are all and finally gone and the place and its creations can return to their ancient procedures unobserved and undisturbed by the busy, anxious, brooding consciousness of man.
----Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire