somehow we've come to think of the environment as a thing outside us. 
as if we are not made mostly of water or can live without clean air. as if it does not take years of determined social conditioning to teach the animal out of us. as if that animal part does not die but merely recedes into submission, watching without language as we molest and poison its home. the part of us that learns language must also develop an intense form of apathy in order to be unmoved by the sound of this animal part of us screaming.

john freeman,
dictionary of the undoing