Into The Wild Page #7

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People just need to change the way

they look at those things.

Yeah, I'm gonna take stock of that.

No, I am.

I am.

I am.

But I wanted to tell you something.

From the bits and pieces I put together,

you know, from what you told me about

your family, your mother and your dad.

And I know you've got your problems

with the church, too.

But there's some kind of bigger thing

we can all appreciate,

and it sounds like

you don't mind calling it God.

But when you forgive,

you love.

And when you love,

God's light shines on you.

- Holy sh*t.

- I told you about that language.

I told you so!

Where are the f***ing animals now?

I'm hungry!

I'm f***ing hungry! I'm f***ing hungry!

"For a moment she rediscovered

the purpose of her life.

"She was here on earth to grasp

the meaning of its wild enchantment,

"and to call each thing

by its right name."

"By its right name."

What is this? What is this one?

This is Viburnum edule.

Viburnum edule.

Hedysarum alpinum.

Hedysarum alpinum is wild potato root.

Wild potato root.

Epilobium angustifolium. Fireweed.

F*** it all. F*** it all!

Hi.

What are you doing up?

It's 3:
30 in the morning.

I heard you get off the couch

about a half hour ago.

Had a funny feeling

you might not be here for our breakfast.

I'm gonna drive you 100 miles to

someplace where you can catch a train,

a plane or hitch a ride

and not get stuck out in this desert.

I'd take you all the way to Alaska

if I didn't have an 8:00 mass.

- Ron, you don't have to do that.

- I want to do it.

Get you started on this thing of yours.

- On my great...

- I know.

On your great Alaskan adventure.

Here. Here's a machete.

Collapsible fishing pole, a few other

odds and ends I stuck in there for you.

- Ron...

- Just take it.

I'll get dressed

and meet you in the truck.

Well, my friend.

Yep.

I had an idea.

You know, my mother was an only child

and so was my father,

and I was their only child,

so when I'm gone,

I'm the end of the line.

My family will be finished.

What do you say you let me adopt you?

I can be, say, your grandfather.

Ron,

could we talk about this

when I get back from Alaska?

Would that be okay?

Yeah, yeah. We can do that. Yeah.

All right, Ron.

Thank you.

What did his voice sound like now?

What would he tell about now?

...nine, ten.

I realized that the words to my thoughts

were of less and less meaning.

Chris was writing his story,

and it had to be Chris who would tell it.

"To call each thing by its right name.

"By its right name."

What if I were smiling

and running into your arms?

Would you see then

what I see now?

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