“While you were content with just one square foot of land in the world, you stood on just that one square foot. But the moment you looked up at the sky, you scraped your dirty face against its vastness. And you felt so vile: the most you could ever do on your own little patch of land was choke on it or defile it. You were a low, creeping creature in these expanses, and you’d been given a square foot of ground as an act of mercy. But how can you live if you hate life itself? You’ll live with a struggle, in a fury … Croak? No damn way! Shove over? You go and croak!”