The earth was once molten rock and now sings operas.

Humans enter this world and awaken to a simple truth: We must find our story with this great epic of being.

Our ancestry streches back through the life forms and into the stars, back into the beginnings of the primeval fireball. This universe is a single multiform energetic unfolding of matter, mind, intelligence and life.

I flush with heaving passion's strange delight, Yet find contentment lost in appetite.

The proper condition of the human is not bovine placidity... the highest degree of tension that can be creatively borne.

The earth was once molten rock and now sings operas.

A tree is a self: it is 'unseen shaping' more than it is leaves or bark, roots or cellulose or fruit ... What this means is that we must address trees as we must address all things, confronting them in the awareness that we are in the presence of numinous mystery.