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345 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2022
"I therefore think we have a choice: to continue to believewhatever we want about the inner worlds and communications of cetaceans andother species and project it onto them, or to make the effort of finding outwhat is really there. This matters because speaking is one of the last absolutesupports of human exceptionalism, one of the few remaining things we believeonly humans can do. It matters because our exceptionalism is dangerous to us,too. When we see ourselves as above or outside the rest of the living world and don't value our ecosystems and life-forms, we take them for granted and use them up. Ultimately, it matters for our own self preservation: to a large extent, our survival on this planet depends on recalibrating our conception of how human beings fit in among the other lives on Earth."
While on the expedition, I was reading Robert Macfarlane’s book Mountains of the Mind. In it, he writes of the eighteen-century thrill-seekers who traveled across Europe to be confronted by what they called “the sublime.” Mountains, volcanoes, and glaciers, landforms of colossal size, cruel weather with the power to smudge out human lives. Geological features that were themselves recently discovered to be fragile and ephemeral when viewed across the other discovery of deep time, newborn mountains ground into dust and silt over just a few million years. Enormous but still themselves fleeting, these sublime landscapes cast human existence into small and pitiful relief. These were places where people could feel their mortality against raw geology, as you can test a knife’s sharp edge against your soft thumb. The early explorers of the mountain landscapes found they had no words to convey what they were like, what they looked like, what they felt like, because there was nothing they could compare them to that would make sense for the readers of their letters, who had never left the plains. Still today, Macfarlane writes, they “challenge our complacent conviction – so easy to lapse into – that the world has been made for humans by humans … They induce, I suppose, a modesty in us.”