but, when we will finally be able to hear the voices of trees, rivers
and fish, how will we translate them into words that we can understand? will we be constrained to anthropomorphize those voices, no matter how hard we try not to? we probably will, simply because we are what we are.
entities translate other entities in their own terms. that’s it!
in the parliament of humans and non-humans, phonation devices
will not spit out a single, universally valid translation, but millions
of them: an explosion of voices and meanings, all of them equally
vibrant. how will our words dance around the poetry of trees? and
how will we agree? perhaps poetry will make all those streams of
mutual translation coalesce into an ocean of coexistence.