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Like a shadow that does not permit us to jump over it, but moves with us to maintain its proper distance, pollution is nature's answer to culture. When we have learned to recycle pollution into potent information, we will have passed over completely into the new cultural ecology.
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What this quote means
This quote emphasizes that pollution is an inseparable part of our cultural existence, and advancements in our understanding can transform it into beneficial knowledge.
William Irwin Thompson highlights the relationship between pollution and culture, suggesting that pollution shadows humanity and cannot be escaped. However, he posits that if we learn to recycle and transform pollution into valuable information, we can evolve into a new phase of cultural ecology where our relationship with the environment is more symbiotic.
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During an environmental conference, this quote could be used to stress the importance of transforming pollution into information for sustainable practices.
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