For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.

We're losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet's health and our own.

What a lonely species we are, searching for signals of life from other galaxies, adopting companion animals, visiting parks and zoos to commune with other beasts. In the process, we discover our shared identity.

Our sense of safety depends on predictability, so anything living outside the usual rules we suspect to be an outlaw, a ghoul.

Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.