As the snow recedes in the spring, yarza hunters pour by the thousands into the high country. The fungus then consumes the unlucky caterpillar and erupts through the thin soil to produce a miniature tower, only a centimeter or two high, that (with a certain amount of imagination) can be seen to resemble an erect penis.
In the case of Dolpo, the vast majority of outsiders invading the region are hunters of a weird fungus, yarza gunbu, that invades the head of a particular caterpillar soon after it hatches in the tundra grasslands. You also see the increased mobility of humanity expressed in legions of outsiders flooding into formerly isolated districts, much to the consternation of longtime residents. You see patterns of rural-to-urban migration that are common throughout the world, with young people leaving the family farmstead to seek their fortunes in the city. You see the same controversies over grazing and the same mistrust of land “managers” that preoccupy the American West. Nowadays, the far Himalaya is less a model for the future than a mirror of the present. Yaks enabled people to inhabit the wintry attic of the world, where today an Ice Age climate still lingers, even as it begins to fade away.
Its cynosure animal is less the snow leopard than the yak, a source of food, fiber, hide, bone tools, transport, and tractor power more essential to the Tibetan settlers of the region than even the bison was to America’s Cheyenne or Sioux. The trails we followed led us into the past in the sense that the high Himalayan world-Sanskrit’s “abode of snow”-is a relic of the Pleistocene, a land of glaciers, vast spaces, stony rubble, and frigid rivers. (The story of that walk provides the backbone of my new book, The Trail to Kanjiroba: Rediscovering Earth in an Age of Loss. I hoped that a long walk-about 150 miles in this case-might cure the resultant moral ache. Their ceaseless argument soured the taste of life. My delight in the beauty of the world had been joined to sorrow at its destruction, and the two emotions were like cellmates who refused to get along. Mine is to make peace with the anger and grief that have dogged me since finishing a pair of books, one on climate change, the other on extinction. As pilgrims, our purposes are as varied as our individual identities. Monitor Name: SyncMaster 2032BW/2032GW,SyncMaster Magic CX2032GW(Digital)ĭriver Name: atiu9pag.dll,aticfx32.dll,atiumdag.dll,atidxx32.dll,atiumdva.As a medical mission, our purpose is to provide primary health care to people who rarely, if ever, see a clinician. System Manufacturer: Gigabyte Technology Co., Ltd. Language: Polish (Regional Setting: Polish) Na wszelki wypadek załączam treść dxdiag:
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