“Grief. What are we fighting for? Why do we fucking care that the world is going to be trashed? I care because it hurts. All of it. And so I grieve the ever-living fuck out of it. Or I try to. I suck at it. I need help. But I do cry, a lot. And I try to show love everywhere I can. To the trees. To the moon. To the little girl who looks alone. To the man standing on the side of the road. To you. To my parents. To my friends. I offer empathy. I offer presence. Because we are alive, now! And life, is life! It is so fucking … alive! It cannot be contained in a word. It lives at the center of our being. It is life. And so let us celebrate all that we love. Let us not get too blindsided by that we are on the Titanic that we cannot hold the hand of our loved ones and cry, and laugh at their jokes and hug them. There are a lot of hands that need holding, a lot of people who need hugs, a lot of things we have to celebrate.

And if that quality of love could grow exponentially — like it does with slime mold coming together, like it does with the cells of a caterpillar in a chrysalis, like we have witnessed with our population explosion and the rapid depletion of our fossilized fuels — if we could allow that love for life to grow within ourselves, maybe we could see how we are but seeds of some unknown becoming. And out of a tiny seed, a forest can be born.”

— an anonymous informant (MC)