The Outer-most House
We need another and a wiser a perhaps more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creatures through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image is distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their having taken a form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours the move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of their senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners in the splendor and travail of earth.
(ed. Note: This page was at the end of the manuscript on Evolution, typed in upper case.)