We have ended what Thomas Berry called “the great conversation” between humans and other forms of life. We are becoming human narcissists, entombed in our cities, staring into our screens, seeing our faces and our minds reflected back and believing this is all there is. Outside the forests fall, the ice melts, the corals die back and the extinctions roll on; but we keep writing our love letters to ourselves, oblivious.
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/jul/23/paul-kingsnorth-imagine-how-land-feels?CMP=fb-gu