Weeding through old papers (and shredding old journals) I found this scribble on a page, written in my one-room forest cabin on the island in 2006:
We, inflated bags of water and air as we are, have inflated our own importance on the planet (let alone the solar system, the universe).
We are a blip, a drip, on the evolutionary screen and stream.
What if the deity is actually a spider, a bumblebee, tree or the water itself–fully natural, completely Nature, completing Nature–a complete whole, organic, alive, undying, eternal–Nature?
If we need a god, why not an atom?
Our largeness, our gross, deceives us.
Yet, we are primarily H2O and bacteria. . .