Poor Relations

I'm happy to dwell on a personified nature, a community of spirits representing every possible place. The disappointment is immediate when I think of the continuing inclination toward a more vegetal perception of life, and likewise a perception of each tree not as a hamadryad, nor even an acknowledged kami, but as a secondary outthrow of the general and vague principle of life.

Each plant, perhaps, is accorded a sort of fractional being by the actuarial human, with some negligible demand on sympathy and attention. It must maintain ten times the mass of a human to gain recognition on any level, one hundred times to achieve comparable presence.

Resentment at environmentally-sound dictates follows partially from impatience at hospitalling a host of poor relations.