“I do not merely think or believe that all other ecologies and organisms on Earth, and especially those I directly encounter or relate with, are, in point of fact, extensions and organs not only of my body, but my mind and my spirit. They are my origins, and I, too, am an organ of their existence.

Life on Earth is best understood as a single distributed organism from which it is not possible to be distinct.

With very few exceptions, harm to them is harm to me… and the histories and potential futures our lives are drawn from and inform. Thus, too, benefit to them is benefit to me… directly, physically, emotionally — in every way imaginable and many which cannot be imagined yet.

This is not a conjecture or philosophy; my body… my bones… are examples of this fact. And so, too… the passions and reverence for life on Earth that not only burns in my heart… but demands its pulses.

The true frontier is not space — it is memory, in and as our direct and distributed relations with other forms of life. The remembrance as our exploration of the true potentials of intelligent symbiosis with all organisms and the remaining ecologies. Which our bodies directly arise from (and, I say, for) and to whose futures ours are inexorably joined.”

— an anonymous informant