The global industrial economy is the engine for massive environmental degradation and massive human (and nonhuman) impoverishment.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

A culture that values production over life values the wrong things, because it will produce things at the expense of living beings, human or otherwise.

We must learn how to think like the planet.

I no longer see Descartes' statement as arbitrary. It is representative of our culture's narcissism. This narcissism leads to a disturbing disrespect for direct experience and a negation of the body.

Hope is a longing for a future condition over which you have no agency; it means you are essentially powerless.

Yes, it's vital to make lifestyle choices to mitigate damage caused by being a member of industrialized civilization, but to assign primary responsibility to oneself, and to focus primarily on making oneself better, is an immense copout, an abrogation of responsibility.