remember? remember that the whole planet was ocean. everywhere you’ve been. that desert valley was the bottom of the deep where something sentient used to swim. and every grain of sand and mineral and currently growing tree is breathing in the ghost of ocean, the infinite face of the deep. how do you think you know how to breathe and be pulled by the moon? and the ocean. she’ll be back soon.
"I see the mycelium as the Earth's natural Internet, a consciousness with which we might be able to communicate. Through cross-species interfacing, we may one day exchange information with these sentient cellular networks. Because these externalized neurological nets sense any impression upon them, from footsteps to falling tree branches, they could relay enormous amounts of data regarding the movements of all organisms through the landscape."