Grizzly Man

Just watched the documentary Grizzly Man about crazed grizzly bear enthusiast Timothy Treadwell. He studied grizzly bears in their natural Alaskan habitat for 13 years. Ironically, but not surprisingly, he was mauled and killed by a grizzly in 2001.

The director and narrator said something extremely profound at the end of the film, about Timothy's death, but also about nature and human nature in general, something that I hope to discover this summer on my own foray into nature:

Treadwell is gone.
The argument how wrong
or how right he was
disappears into a distance
into a fog.
What remains is his footage.
And while we watch the animals
in their joys of being,
in their grace
and ferociousness,
a thought becomes
more and more clear.

That it is not so much
a look at wild nature
as it is an insight
into ourselves, our nature.

And that, for me,
beyond his mission,
gives meaning to his life
and to his death.