Someday, someone is going to write a historical record, on how with industrialization and technological development, to “love” nature and the natural world, to revere and respect it, was seen as strange, radical, even transgressive. Something most people don’t talk about but may keep hidden, tucked away under the pillow at night, secret dreams of colored birds and crawling creatures and luminous tide pools. How our love of the flitting, flickering, buzzing was held in pockets while waiting in lines, walking down sidewalks, driving down roads. We’ll look back, as bird calls are silenced, oceans shift, and wonder how insights into psyche, culture, societies, imagination could have been applied.
Or does it need to be that way?