poetry had everything to teach me about life.

In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share our planet; we kill to live. Taste is what carries us across that rocky moral terrain, what makes the horror palatable, and the paradox we could not defend by reason melts into a jungle of sweet temptations.

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

Part of the irony of environmentalism is questing for solutions when you know you're part of the problem.

We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

As the most social apes, we inhabit a mirror-world in which every important relationship, whether with spouse, friend or child, shapes the brain, which in turn shapes our relationships.