Never heard an entomologist go on like this,’ I observed cheerfully. ‘Masterpiece! And what of man?’ “‘Man is amazing, but he is not a masterpiece,’ he said, keeping his eyes fixed on the glass case. ‘Perhaps the artist was a little mad. Eh? What do you think? Sometimes it seems to me that man is come where he is not wanted, where there is no place for him; for if not, why should he want all the place? Why should he run about here and there making a great noise about himself, talking about the stars, disturbing the blades of grass? . . .’
Are humans are the pinnacle of creation? Why do humans feel the need to assert their presence, and disturb the natural world? Because the Bible commands it? Or, are we humans unsure of our place in the world and our perceived exceptionalism?
