On the lawn next to the sidewalk a fire ant colony is swarming. The ants are pouring out of a mound nest, here no more than an irregular pile of dirt partly flattened by the last pass of a lawnmower. Winged queens and males are taking off on their nuptial flight, protected by angry-looking workers that run up and down the grass blades and out onto the blistering-hot concrete of the sidewalk. The species is unmistakably Solenopsis geminata, the native fire ant.
E. O. WilsonBiophilia, if it exists, and I believe it exists, is the innately emotional affiliation of human beings to other living organisms.
E. O. WilsonOnly in the last moment in history has the delusion arisen that people can flourish apart from the rest of the living world.
E. O. WilsonIt's the technique, I think, of writing a novel that is difficult for a nonfiction writer.
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