The river flows.… Can you hear it? Can you hear the murmur and harmony of millions of raindrops mingling and flowing to the sea?
If we tried, could we hear the river’s desires? Its hopes, its promises? And could we speak for it?
Or … we could stop kidding ourselves. It’s a river, not sentient in any sense. When we claim to speak for it, we really say what we want for the river, what we think it ought to want for us, and what we want and need from it.
If the river were a thinking entity, we might hear something different and disquieting, maybe even an echo of our self-referential, self-delusory relationship with nature.
We might hear millions of raindrops arguing with each other, loud and angry, too much like us, all the way to the sea.