Here in this pattern there is the footprint of meaning. It’s as though an architect passed through here, and so we can appreciate it. So we’re always looking for the betraying presence of an order that is more than an order of—I don’t know even how to say it—economy, I guess. We look for an aesthetic order. And when we find that, then we have this reciprocal sense of recognition and transcendence.
Can we understand the spacetime nature of the planet well enough (since it’s so complex) to even be sensitive to it and cooperate with it? I mean, if we can’t even understand what we’re seeing when we look at the planet, then there’s not much we can do to cooperate.
Clearly, the whole world is held together by small mouth noises, and it’s only barely held together by small mouth noises. If we could have a tighter network of communication, we would in a sense be a less diffuse species. Communication, the lack of it, is what’s shoving us over the brink into possible planetary catastrophe.
