Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.
In "Prodigal Summer," Barbara Kingsolver reflects on the interconnectedness of life. She suggests that solitude is an illusion and that every seemingly quiet action resonates through the ecosystem, affecting the lives of countless beings beneath us, from insects to predators. Each step we take creates ripples that influence the delicate balance of nature, emphasizing that our presence is significant even in moments of silence.
Furthermore, Kingsolver points out that every decision...
