The world doesn’t environ us, but passes through us. What we inhabit inhabits us. What surrounds us constitutes us. We do not belong to ourselves.
“Philosophers call this state of isolation and disconnection “species loneliness”—a deep, unnamed sadness stemming from estrangement from the rest of Creation, from the loss of relationship. As our human dominance of the world has grown, we have become more isolated, more lonely when we can no longer call out to our neighbors. It’s no wonder that naming was the first job the Creator gave Nanabozho.” — Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass