For love she shared their simple mountain lives and taught us all how fragile is their time how less than one small village still survives the wreckage left from years of thoughtless crime. How must it feel to know your species waits upon another’s battle with itself; to see extinction’s fast-approaching gates held open by a richer soul’s ill health; to have no choice except to live, and trust in life, and hope the good in them will win before your kind’s a memory in the dust, and theirs the heir to an unnatural sin? Let us for love and for humanity remember still this name, Dian Fossey.