Three months after a serious accident, Trevor Herriot sets out to walk along an ordinary prairie road. The walking is to be an exercise in purifying his thoughts, meditating on a whole gamut of thoughts about ecology and life, men and women, farmers and cities.
Many of his ponderings make sense. Others seem mystical. Some are quite good. Unlike most who blame religion for everything bad, especially the pillage of the land, he points out that it cannot be the sole villain. His friend reminds him that "religious bonds are the only ones that have ever held a community together. In giving up on all religion we are throwing out the only cultural system that has ever fostered people capable of an ecologically sound interchange between ourselves and the rest of nature.
On love he writes; "If....selfless love is a real force in this universe, then there are other things I can believe too. ...a creature only grows into its beauty when truly loved and received with gratitude..." p. 180.