The Age of Waiting

Our era, the Anthropocene, the era of a world human-made is not a time of optimism. It seems our journey on the earth has been oblivious. Burdened by apprehension, we wait. As we wait, we move slowly, this way and that, revisiting old possibilities, listening for messages from other times.

Hints, clues, images, fragments of thought, remembered smells, half-forgotten music, minute promptings point the way towards a possibility we cannot quite articulate. Deep within the world that humans have made and are making, one still can sense promptings that might lead to other ways of seeing, ways of proceeding that are only vaguely now imagined, patterns that are not quite accessible.

— From the foreword to The Age of Waiting