I’ve had a sense since I was young
that there’s more going on here, that
the world is not a cold, dead place,
that it’s alive in some compelling and
mysterious way.
This book is about that sense. I’ve tried
to listen to it, and follow it, and trust it.
It’s been devastating at times, intoxicating
at others, heartbreaking and maddening
and euphoric――how do you make sense
of this experience we’re having here on
this ball of rock hurtling through space
at 67,000 miles an hour?