![]() ![]() Such an experience of the harmony between a landscape and its lifeforms is probably not the result of objective analysis. Yes, it is still out there, even in Europe, if you go looking for it. If you want to understand the extent to which your own existence results from the collective work of diverse organisms, you must go outside on nights such as this, when the moonlight on the diaphanous hillsides makes them seem almost translucent and fireflies tumble through the gloaming like tiny stars gone astray. When you immerse yourself in the natural world, you wander a little through the landscape of your soul. I think then: It might have been this way once, when the plenitude of existence could spread everywhere and it seemed unavoidable that every corner of this biosphere would fill to the brim with life. Within two or three weeks, the stalks swell into a multitude of meadow-grasses and blossoms as tall as my waist, fragrant and enveloping. In my little Italian village, the narrow streets climb into the hills where the meadows are still allowed to grow wild in the springtime. ![]() There, you can learn that the biosphere does not spawn cutoff, clearly differentiated individuals who compete against one another-assuming you find such a meadow that is, now that some farmers have started to sow a single, standardized species of grass. ![]() ![]() Anyone who believes that life is a battlefield full of individual warriors should go out into the meadows on a spring night. ![]()
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