“It is only in constant and intimate relation with the entire circle of plants, insects, animals… and places that my own soul begins to take on its proper human countenance, and, indeed, this is it nature; a sphere in which all life on Earth is realized and represented. This is the animal we are.

Conversely, when immersed with machines and cultures based on texts or object commerce, this same potential humanity languishes, and when made abstract by science, finding no habitable interval, it disappears altogether.

It is by sharing in the lives and even what we may call the concerns of other forms of life, and in directly participating in calling the world of living beings forth and in turn being called that we acquire the actual opportunity of our otherwise nominal humanity.

Let us stop pretending otherwise.”

— an anonymous informant