I would suggest that our real role as stewards of the Earth is more like that of that proud trades union functionary, the shop steward. We are not managers or masters of the Earth, we are just shop stewards, workers chosen, because of our intelligence, as representatives for the others, the rest of life of our planet. Our union represents the bacteria, the fungi, and the slime moulds, as well as the nouveau riche fish, birds and animals and the landed establishment of noble trees and their lesser plants. Indeed, all living things are members of our union and they are angry at the diabolical liberties taken with their planet and their lives by people...