Maybe it all went wrong when we killed the whales. Maybe their songs kept the great dream together. Vast brains slowly, carefully ordering the world with actions subtler than the apes could ever see. God is dead. His blubber lit a lamp in London

Maybe it all went wrong when we killed the whales. Maybe their songs kept the great dream together. Vast brains slowly, carefully ordering the world with actions subtler than the apes could ever see. God is dead. His blubber lit a lamp in London

Heat Is Not a Metaphor

Emerge Belonging and Butterflies in Times of Breakdown

Sherri Mitchell Sacred Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change

Yuval Noah Harari Sapiens

Herman Melville Moby Dick: or, the White Whale