"I thought of the long ages of the past, during which generations of these successive beauties had run their course...year by year, being born, living, and dying..among these dark, gloomy woods.
It seems sad that, on the one hand, such exquisite creatures should live out their lives and exhibit their charms only in these wild, inhospitable regions.
This consideration must surely tell us that all living things were not made of man.
Many of them have no relation to him.
Their happiness and enjoyment,
their loves and hates,
their struggles for existence,
their vigorous life and early death
would seem to be related to their own well being
and perpetuation alone."
-Alfred Russel Wallace, British Naturalist, Explorer, Geographer, Anthropologist, and Biologist. 1823-1913.