The redwood forest conservation effort appears to me as one of the greatest examples as an argument for aesthetic conscience. The red woods are incredible. Words serve these trees little justice. Their majesty is simply breath taking. They speak to us as elders, beings that have been on this earth longer than any of us humans could comprehend. They tell stories of perseverance, even now constantly striving further upward into the heavens. That the effort to save some of these trees would be cashed in to loggers by the government is indicative of a larger problem. It's so easy to destroy something without realizing the full value of it. The value of these trees, by far, is more than any economy could provide.