"Rock tripe, oak leaf lichen, navel lichen. I'm told that Umbilicaria is known in Asia by another name: the ear of the stone. In this almost silent place, I imagine them listening. To the wind, to the hermit thrush, to thunder. To our wildly growing hunger. Ear of stone, will you hear our anguish when you understand what we have done? The harsh post-glacial world in which you began may well become our own unless we listen to the wisdom carried in the mutualistic marriage of your bodies. Redemption lives in knowing that you nudge what hear our hymns of joy when we too marry ourselves to the Earth."

So I'm incredibly ill. Augh this book is so well done