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The part of the earth in which life is the most intensely concentrated is its core. Centrifugally tracked, life shrinks and diminishes, becomes progressively more diluted and adulterated, until, at last, its peripheral and secondary forms, which flourish on the earth’s surface, appear. The weaver ant. The marble-headed whip snake. The white rhinoceros. And, most conspicuous of all, that mysterious phantom of markedly bizarre habits: man. These phantasmagorical surface-forms are deficient in the fiery intensity of being which is life’s fundamental attribute. Shadows of life is what they are. But man, who has the monopoly on biological discourse, and who measures life by his own lack of it, is unfazed by this inconvenient truth. These surface-forms especially, and himself particularly, he privileges as living.