Unfortunately, we appear, as a species, so slow to understand or even attend the impacts of our developmental and relational choices that we are not likely to suddenly realize that our position as the living minds and bodies of all of nature is vital to our own well-being as well as that of the organismal planet.

The biosphere was and is the best of all possible worlds. How ironic that we thought the Eden story was a story of the past. Of a lost paradise. But it was not. It is the story of the present. We are as the tree in the midst of the garden, which is to say the tree comprised of the garden’s own intelligence, and we, alas, are about to choose exile.

Because we adore our representations — our knowledge — and we like to manipulate figures. It helps us feel masterful, and in the absence of the service we were made for, the desire for such delusion runs rampant.