mute

feral…Even when we recognize our kinship and intimacy with other forms of existence, we remain mute before them. Their language has been forgotten. We are enclosed in a psychocultural cocoon; the outer world no longer flows into our being. Those voices remain unheard, and we are unable to speak in response…   The power of language, the force of words shape the landscapes of our minds. The landscapes of our minds shape our environment. The world around us, culture and the wilderness, make indelible impressions on our minds. A timeless conversation is going on among all things, yet we seem to have selected out our next of kin as the only ones we actually listen to…

Joan Halifax, The Fruitful Darkness: Reconnecting with the Body of the Earth

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