The trouble with ecological invocations of Nature is that they're like calling for a medieval tool, perhaps a portcullis or an arrow slit, to fix a modern problem.
Pollution is everywhere, in that ancient Greek sense of miasma: guilt experienced as abject body fluid, moral pollution defining what kinds of beings count in social space.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that pollution is a moral and social issue, intertwining environmental degradation with our human experience and social interactions.
Timothy Morton's quote highlights the deep connection between pollution and our understanding of morality and existence. By referencing the ancient Greek concept of miasma, he implies that just as polluted air or liquid can physically harm us, metaphorical pollution can taint our social perceptions and relationships, defining who is considered valuable or worthy within society. This perspective emphasizes that environmental issues are not merely ecological but are deeply intertwined with moral and social dimensions, challenging us to reconsider our connections with the world and with each other.
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In practice
Example use cases
During an environmental conference, one might use this quote to illustrate the moral implications of pollution.
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