"The desert is beautiful, Paraíso sin agua.
It's our home, yeah? What have we done to it? Why?
The way we treat our home, you'd think we hate it.
We let wind blow it away.
We run it over, pave it, let the rain cut it to
pieces, toss junk in it.
We build things here like we don't know where we
are.
It matters how we do things here. It's like no
place else on earth.
Put a house in the wrong place, the desert will
eat it. You will pay.
Put a road in wrong place, it will cost you an
incredible amount of money.
It's not forgiving of our greed, our wayward
desires.
Walk into in your street clothes and see if it
forgives you.
You'll hear about lots of emergencies, the
economy, aliens, the government,
terrorists; emergencies are how we talk to one
another now.
You can't stop the aliens or the terrorists
yourself, the government is out
of control, and what are you going to do about the
economy?
There is one thing you can do right now. You can
take a shovel and a rake
and do something meaningful in half an hour that
will last for lifetimes.
You can help put this place back in order.
You can heal it. You can put the rain and the wind
where they belong. You
can treat this place like home, and it will love
you for it.
We are the sand whisperers. You are too.
We love this place, we know it well. We care where
the rain goes, how the
land moves and why. We've put decades into
understanding how all this works,
and every day we live for it. It's who we are.
It's why we are here.
Call for help, we'll come."
One more reason to love the place I work.
