We are the new They. And we will materialize joy by thinking as a species. We have evolved to survive in times incongruous with nature, where instinct won't save us.Our intellect is our fang.
Neonature examines the art of evolution, the flaw that propels civilization. The mutation of the ordinary stubbornly conjures new worlds.
Evolution is everything-wings flap and echoes trigger new means. It is intellectual communication. What is a butterfly pattern but a flamboyant yet fragile grab at the chance to spread the dust of its wings into new and larger worlds, a chance to seed before being consumed.
